It's gotten to the point I just laugh it off now.

[Ghastly]

For those keeping score at home, the count is now 4 extremely drunk people who have thought I was a girl.

I was out at Karaoke with my favorite pair of lipstick lesbians tonight and was sent on a mission to chat with this one really drunk guy at the bar who was hitting on all the lesbians. The goal of my covert operation was to find out whether or not this guy knew he was in a gay bar or not. So I'm talking with him, being a little flirty just to see how he reacts. He doesn't seem to be reacting to negatively at all to a guy being flirty with him, in fact just the opposite. Then he tells me in a very drunken slur, "You know... you are a very, very pretty girl."

"Boy." I correct him.

"BOY!?!" he exclaims, wobbling on his bar stool and popping his eyes wide open like a deer caught in the headlights. "Well... that's okay, you're still very very pretty and I'd be lying if I said I'd never sucked a cock before."

That was one of the funniest things I'd heard in a long time but I figured my mission was complete so I went back to report to my lipstick lesbian overlords. They laughed.

Then they played with my hair. Slow danced with me. Smelled me. Gave me lap dances while simulating handjobs on my gimp stick and discussed the merits of taking me home and adopting me as a sex slave. Their ideas intrigued me and I wished to subscribe to their newsletter.

All in all it was a fucking awesome night which ended what started out as a shitty day, but by noon had swung full on into fucking awesome mode.

I love it when that happens!

I betcha if I masturbated right now I'd ejaculate 4 leaf clovers.

[Epiblast]

That officially rules.

Also, why do I have the suspicion that, somewhere, someone is keeping score at home?

[Aeridus]

You rule, Ghastly.

*plays with Ghastly's hair and "gimp stick"*

[MistressMaggie]

That officially rules.

Also, why do I have the suspicion that, somewhere, someone is keeping score at home?

*quickly hides the scoreboard*