Addendum.

I forgot –

When I had had drinks with that one tranny chaser that one night at the club, we were in the middle of talking and I had just started telling him about Christine Jorgenson, when I realized I was out of beer.

“I hate to do this,” I was like, “But can you buy me a beer?  I wouldn’t ask you, but I really don't have the money.”

I then promised him that I wasn’t hitting on him.

“And,” I was like, smiling, “I think you’d like hearing about Christine Jorgenson, I got a lot to say.”

He laughed and said he would, and he went and got me another beer.

Then, I started telling him about Christine Jorgenson, how she was a slim blonde kid of Danish immigrants, very slight of figure and with a pretty face.

“I bet she made a gorgeous woman,” he was like.

“She sure did,” I was like, “A blond bombshell, big tits and just enough curves around the waste.”

Then, after I pause, I was like, “And she always said at the time that she didn’t date, that she was a good daughter to her parents, but after she died her friends said that she always used to complain that her vagina was too short.”

Then, after another pause, I was like, “So you know that guys really gave it to her.  Hard.”

Then, there was yet another short pause between us.

“I bet they did,” he was like, and then took a swig out of his beer, nervously, like his mind was elsewhere.

Later, my one Latina tranny friend (acquaintance?) came up and grabbed the tranny chaser by the shoulders and was like, “I see you’re talking with my boyfriend,” like she had already started dating him, and he had done more than just say hi to her briefly on the way in.

After she left, he asked me about her some more, and when I mentioned a few memorable jokes she had made, he nodded approvingly and was like, “You can tell she’s got a great personality on her.”

 (Because he had had a lot of call girls, and was an informed consumer?)