Socially Unacceptable Post 35: First Meeting

Um…I’m not sure how I missed posting this, but ok… This was my first meeting with Marie.

Awkward hi’s were exchanged. I looked at her face and looked away. It was like looking at the sun. Gods, how the heck was she that pretty? Her friend Clarice had taken her to the airport and we seized upon conversation with her as a way to control the awkwardness. I stepped out into the Florida heat and immediately said, “I love it here.”

I have Pernio, which means my body reacts badly to cold and temperature change. Some people call it being allergic to cold. So Florida weather was right up my alley. I basked in it.

Clarice introduced herself, and I almost introduced myself. Thing was, I had changed my name recently from Paige to Sable, and didn’t know how Marie had spoken of me.

“You’re Sable, right?” she asked.

I relaxed and nodded. We got in the car and small talked while I stole glances at the pretty girl to my right.

Then we told Clarice about how my mother had warned me Marie might be a fifty-year-old man. Since we met online and all.

Marie reached her hand toward me and said, “Nice to meet you. I am a fifty-year-old man.”

I stared at her hand. This was real. She was real. She was not a cruel hoax my schizophrenic brain was playing on me, like I had considered on my worst days. I must have been staring at her hand for at least thirty seconds or a minute, but she just waited.

Slowly, gently, I took her hand. Her hand was warm and soft, and my brain melted. I hoped I wasn’t blushing that much. Coherent thought went out the window. I think Clarice was still talking but I have no idea what she was saying. I didn’t want to let go.

Post 35 in Socially Unacceptable: The Daily Life of a Queer Schizophrenic Wreck (2022)

This is an autobiographical series about my life, something I have wanted to do for a long time. I intend to add new content daily.

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