We met for breakfast down at the diner by my place.
I sat at a table, nibbling on some eggs and toast, when she walked in.
She was breathtaking. I wanted to take her back to my place and spend the rest of the day making love.
What I did was dump her.
I know it wasn't the most politically correct thing to do, so sue me. She should have told me before we'd had sex.
I don't know what she was thinking about. I wouldn't have run screaming from the building. I wouldn't have beaten the shit out of her. To be honest, I more than likely would have slept with her anyway. I mean she is a knock out.
I know what you're thinking. Why did I leave her then?
I'll tell you.
Trust.
If she'd trusted me enough to tell me in the first place, then we could've handled it. We could have talked about it. But, she didn't trust me, so she lied about the photo of her as a man. Now, how can I trust her about anything? How can I believe a word that comes out of her mouth?
I told her this and she agreed.
She said that she wanted to tell me the first time we went out, but how do you break the subject with someone? "Excuse me, my name is Lee and I used to be a guy. Want to go out?"
"Why not?" I told her. "It would have been a lot better than 'have you ever seen the Crying Game?' Jesus, Lee. I'm not as big of a Neanderthal as you think I am."
She just looked into her cup of coffee. "Then let's work this out."
"I can't," I said. We said our farewells and then I just walked away.
