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Synopsis: A gal named Tish succinctly answers a cry for help from a
sister t-girl in extremis.
Hi Tish FM 5
by Leslie Lowe
Hi Tish,
First, get this straight. I'm not one of your sissy bitches. I'm a
real man who likes real women. And I've had my fair share of them. But
I got a problem. I married a man.
It started one night when I was traveling on business in New Orleans.
After I finished my meeting, I took a walk by myself in the French
Quarter, as I usually do. I wasn't looking for love or even to get off.
I was just trying to relax.
So I go into this well-known old restaurant that serves great steaks and
strong drinks. Next thing I know, a pretty girl dressed casual is
checking me out across the circular bar. She's sitting next to an older
gentleman and talking, having a good time, but calm, not crazy. She
walks by about thirty minutes later on the way to the restroom I guess,
and I stop her and say hello.
Next thing I know, she's pulled up a stool next to me, and we're having
fun, just talking about normal shit, more like old friends than as if
she was a whore like some of the girls I've met in bars. I ask about
the old guy, and she said he was her financial advisor and had to leave
soon anyway, which he did.
Well, one thing led to another and she ended up joining me in my hotel
room and we had a great night of sex. I was pretty wasted by this time
and only remembered the best blow job I ever got and the fact that she
was okay with anal one day if I could ever get it up again. Ha-ha.
Soon, I was flying down to see her a couple times a month. I guess you
could say we had a long-distance romance, and every date went pretty
much like our first. What I liked about her the most, Tish, was the
fact that she was so low-maintenance it was almost as if she was a guy.
I even told her that, and she laughed and said, "Honey, it's an
understatement to say I was a tomboy!"
So a few months later, I proposed, and she accepted, and since she had
no family, we had a destination wedding on Maui and all my friends
thought I had finally got my shit together and settled down with a
sensible woman, and a beautiful one at that, tall and slender, young and
muscular, the way I like them.
Turns out she wasn't a woman. She had a cock and balls. They were
tiny, but they were there, and you can imagine my shock a few months
later when I discovered them.
I'm writing you because I can't tell anyone else. Can you imagine how
much shit the guys would give me if they knew? One of them was making
fun of "M. Butterfly," a movie his wife made him take her to a few years
ago, and I almost puked.
But don't get me wrong. Except for her little secret, Angie is one hell
of a woman, and all woman. She shops like crazy, which is fine because
money is not a problem for me, and she has more girlfriends than my
first three wives put together. She plays the role as trophy wife like
a star. I have no real complaints on the public side. About the only
problem I can point to, aside from the weirdness of having an extra pair
of family jewels in our little family, is that she's always sending
these damned text messages I can't understand. She loves to text and
sext, and I admit it does break up a boring day of meetings.
Maybe I could divorce her, but my attorney says she didn't defraud me,
unless I want to claim I married her without ever having sex, which is
not true, and I don't lie. But it's going to cost me millions. Not
that I can't afford it.
As for the sex, it's fucking good--better than ever. That's the real
problem. It's like the old joke. A man tells his shrink, "My wife
thinks she's a chicken." The shrink says, "Send her in, and I'll cure
her." So the man says, "I can't. I need the eggs."
What should I do?
With all due respect,
Real Man in a Dilemma
Hi Di,
Divorce the poor thing and consider it well-spent money, honey. She's 2
gd 4 u!
Just kidding! Ignore that if you can understand it. Seriously, my
friend, I want you to take a fresh look at your problem.
There's a new type of therapy called mindful acceptance. I commend it
to you, Mr. Real Man. I know, real men don't do therapy. But they
should. You have a great life and a great partner, so why should you
destroy it for three tiny, inconsequential reasons--make that four
counting the missing vagina--but my point is to look at what you have,
not what's missing.
You don't want to admit it, but you're not a bad guy. I'm glad you
found the right woman, and she is a woman, a special woman. For your
own sake, please don't forget that?
Hugs,
Tish
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