So I was lamenting about the fact that match.com is not filling my expectations. What is their ad—“It’s Okay To Look.”? Shit, I have to turn my head. My latest wink was from a cross dresser. I’m all live and let live, but take that somewhere else Mr. Sister. Sulie reminded me of Bill/Jennifer. Pronounced, “Bill Slash Jennifer.” Years ago, in a Penelope life far, far away (do your hands like Wayne and Garth…) it was 1986ish. I was waiting tables at Bennigans. I had just moved into my own pad. A fabulous studio apartment in St. Pete. It had a Murphy bed. The rent was $117/month. There was a guy named Bill that did maintenance for the building. Bill wanted to be my friend. Bill knocked on my door all the time. I was 21 and had not learned the fine art of setting boundaries. Bill was going through a sex change. Bill was becoming Jennifer. Jennifer would ask me for hair and makeup tips. Jennifer loved that song, Bad Boys. Sing it with me, Boys will be Boys! Bad Boys, Bad Boys! One day I go in to work the closing shift at Bennigans. One of the managers sees me and is seizuring, waving me over to him. He can barely contain himself telling me about this guy that came in today to apply for a job and gave MY name as a reference (yepper—it was B/J). Apparently the manager asked B/J what he liked to do in his free time. Bill/Jennifer replied, “I like to cruise around on my bike”. I never heard the end of it. I moved to Gainesville a few months later. I gave B/J some heels that killed my feet and some eye shadow that didn’t work with my coloring. If Bill/Jennifer was a cartoon. This is what he/she would look like:
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