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Monday, May 23, 2005 

Gender Issues...

I gotta share this story... This is something that happened to me last week and I don't think I'm the only one who has experienced this.

I was at the mall last Wednesday playing in the arcade with my daughter. We had just finished eating lunch and we got a head start on my wife playing games. After a couple minutes we wound up at a game that overlooked the food court... from there, I could see my wife talking to some guy. I had never seen this guy before and I was looking to see if my wife was uncomfortable talking to him... She didn't appear to be, so I didn't go out to "rescue" her. After my daughter and I finished off all our arcade money, we went out to join my wife. She was just wrapping up her conversation when we came out. He walked off with some woman who was pushing a stroller. I assumed it was his wife or maybe his baby's momma.

I said to my wife, "who was that guy?" She responds, "that wasn't a guy... her name is Genesis." I didn't believe her. It took some convincing on her part, but after a couple minutes (and looking at the ankles) it really was a girl. I swear... part of me still thinks she's a guy.

I thought that was just going to be an isolated incident, but later that day... it happened again. I was with my wife and daughter, in our car, sitting at a light. These three girls go walking by and one lets out this annoyingly funny sounding laugh... similar to Fran Dresher. My wife said, "Did you hear that guy's laugh?!?" Again, I was completely surprised to learn I failed the gender identification test again. I felt like I was living in an episode of Maury Povich. This time, it didn't take as much convincing because in the rear view mirror... it started to resemble a guy.

After that, we went home and I didn't leave the house for the rest of the day. The moral of this story... Well, I don't have one. Just more of the amusing stuff you see while living in the city...