This afternoon, I was standing at the bus stop and met Matthew. He introduced himself, and I told him my name. After that it was difficult for me to understand what he was saying, so I'd ask, "Did you say....?" and he'd say no. For a while I thought he was asking if I was a gay man.
Some teenagers walked by and called out to Matthew, "Matt, get out of her face!" but Matthew told them he was waiting there for the bus, so our attempt at conversation continued.
Turns out, he was trying to tell me I look like a man. After settling (I think) that that's not the case, he asked if I was married (no) and if he could have my number. Amused and confused, I declined. Maybe next time Matthew and I meet we can dig a little deeper into our thoughts on gender.
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