Well, I must be the devil in disguise…

I recently attended a busy club night and was approached on the dancefloor by a confident young man. “My name is Adam,” says he. I leaned in and replied, “I’m Janie, and I am trans.” Poof!! I swear he evaporated into the crowd!

Am I really that bad? Are we all?

About a half-hour later, another guy was flirting with me and introduced himself. I introduced myself the same way as before.

“What does that mean?” he asked.

“It means I’m a little different than most women.”

That staggered him.  Reeling and shocked, he literally crossed himself, said a prayer and walked away!

I mean, I get that I may not be someone’s cup ‘o’ tea, but to cross yourself and thank the lord for rescuing you from falling under my spell – the lure of the devil woman – that’s a bit much, don’t you think?

It could have been better; it could have been worse

And that, by the way, is why I always tell up front. Can you imagine him asking me to dance, groping me, and only then finding out? Leaving aside the inappropriateness and possible illegality of such behavior on his part, how many Hail Marys would that require? And how upset and embarrassed and angry would he have been then? (See Disclose or Die.)

It could have been worse. I am thankful that both of these guys simply went away without making a big stink about it or getting all upset and belligerent.

But, it sure could be better. We are not lepers. We are not contagious. We are not the devil. And we are not gruesome. Maybe a little more human decency, especially from the second fellow, would have been nice. Does religion have nothing to say about treating one’s fellow human beings with a little respect?