Lesbian Love and a Lucky Duck
I was vacationing in Mexico. I was in my late twenties. I was married to my now ex-wife, then, but not happily. At the time, I didn’t know I was two years from being free of her. She was sunning on a lounge chair, and I was swimming in the pool. I swam towards the bar. There was an older man at a stool on the end, and a smaller guy in the middle of the bar. I picked a cement stool two over from the smaller dude. I ponied up to the bar and ordered a drink. I started talking to the dude, and to my surprise, it wasn’t a dude at all, it was a lady in boys’ clothes with boy hair. I immediately got the message–not into guys! I treated her as …