Last night I went out for Mexican (food).

Ended up running into this woman who knew of my past life as a lesbian. She was trying to convince me

that I'd have had better luck if I'd listen to her 'advice'. Yeah, mmhmm.

She told me that my mistake lay, (no pun intended) in mating with another femme (versus butch).

Right. It was actually two butchy femmes. She don't know. She was just tryin  to get in my pants. Told me I needed a butch and then everything would be alright.

Shit, I used to be a bartender and I was married to more than one liar.

But hey. Brick walls- you know.