busy"Chance Met"
Carl showed up in a suit
and Lottie wore a little black dress.
He opened the door for her and
pulled out the chair at the table.
The restaurant was very nice,
and both of them remembered
to stop fidgeting with the silverware
before anyone dropped a fork on the floor.
The food was delicious,
although they hardly noticed it,
and they enjoyed the conversation
despite the hidden tension.
As blind dates went,
it proved a thriving success;
they both had to admit that
the dating site did its job well.
But the room had elephant issues,
and they were both dithering
over how to address that,
even though they knew it was coming.
Finally Carl bucked up his courage
and said, "There's something
I should tell you before we
talk about a second date."
"Oh," said Lottie. "Me too."
"We could write them down,
then reveal them at the same time,"
Carl suggested to her.
"That's a good idea," Lottie said,
so they wiped off their sweaty hands
and scribbled their secrets
each on their own napkin.
"One, two, three," Lottie counted,
and they turned over their napkins.
I'm transsexual, read Carl's.
I'm transsexual, read Lottie's.
The tension snapped with a twang,
and they both laughed in relief.
"You know what it's like," said Carl.
"Yes, I do," Lottie said with a smile.
"What are the chances?" Carl asked.
"I don't know, but I'm glad we met,"
said Lottie. "I'd like to keep dating."
"So would I," Carl said.
They leaned over the little table
and shared a celebratory kiss,
trembling on the edge of something
that promised to become wonderful.
* * *
Notes:
Dating is extra complicated for transfolk. There are many different options about whether or when to disclose transsexual status.
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Wow!
December 23 2014, 07:06:34 UTC 6 years ago