Glen or glenda?
Forgive the old Ed Wood title, but I just got to get this one off. Last weekend I had a fight with my wife. Verbal not physical. Anyway, I storm out the house, drive to my favorite watering hole and get plastered. Smoked a little weed, too. Now I'm mad, lonely, and drunk. Kinda stoned, too. I'm way too drunk to be driving, so I pull into a nearby fleabag motel. I rent a room for four hours (this is a real skanky, doucebag place), and try to sleep it off for a bit. After a few minutes a knock comes at the door. Probably the resident hooker, I figure. I open the door and see this blond standing there. She's got a big smile, big tits, and big feet, I notice as I look her up and down. I motion for her to come in. I ask how much, but as I ask this I notice her big feet again. Then it dawns on me. Fuck! I say. I ball my fists, getting ready to deck he/she. Then I hear he/she scream like a woman. Then, as he/she ran out the door, says, "You might want to try it, sometimes." This said in a man's voice. And you know what? As I was laying there trying to sober up, I did think about it. Then I got out of there and went home to make up with my wife. Did thinking about having some sort of sex with a man mean that I've got a little sugar in my tank? This did nmot seem normal to me. I've never had those kinds of thoughts before.
Anybody else have a similar experience?