Betty said, “you have no idea what it’s like.” Then, “you don’t know what it’s like being a black woman.” Then, “you don’t know what it’s like being a black lesbian.” She got a little louder with each repetition. I had taken Betty and her wife, Terry, out to dinner to say thanks for a favor they did for us. They showed me a new Mexican restaurant and it was ok, other than the grandé margarita was not as good as the ones served at my regular place. We hadn’t spent much time together, but I took to them right away when we first met. Terry was an IT consultant and Betty ran a catering kitchen. I love meeting new people who are not like me.
Walk a mile in my shoes
Well done Mike!