I didn't even know his name!I shook myself out of my daydream as I realised that I must still befeeling the after effects of the accident. I have no i...terest in men, fullstop. I like, no love girls not boys. I might be in a nightie and lookvaguely girlish, but my preferences were purely hetero. It must be a posttraumatic stress thingy."Mind you," I thought, talking to my inner self, "if I like being a girland dress as a girl, does this make me a lesbian or bi, or what?"My head was spinning with. They ignored him.At the airport, leave-takings of a different sort were engaged in, as new friends felt the sadness and loss of leaving those new friends. Phone numbers were exchanged, and verified, and promises of calls to be made, and pictures to be sent, were made.They couldn't sit together as couples, though they tried. Some of the other passengers weren't cooperative, or were already sitting by other traveling partners. For once, Roger cursed the fact that he was in first class, while Jane. She answered and I could tell that she was hammered and she asked me to pick her up. I told my friend that she was plastered and I had to go get Ann he said he would come with me I agreed and told him we can just drink and jam out in my man cave. when we got to the bar I saw Ann smoking and talking to some guy. I pulled she got into the car not even noticing that my friend was in the back seat and we drove away. I asked who the guy was and she giggled. I got upset and asked again Ann told me. “So you’re a student?”“Yes ma’am, I study at the UCSD”“Oh please call me Wendy, what do you study over there?, you know I used to be a student counsellor some time back so I might be able to help you since you helped me”“That’s sweet, I study Bioengineering”Just when I was building the rapport, a grumpy old fellow trudges on towards my boy toy and jumps right in and start complaining about something. Clearly, the boy was surprised, his face reddened but he has no option but to turn his.