I am female, but sometimes I don’t feel like one

Tonight, I went to a dessert tasting. Quite appropriate for my love (any food with sugar!).

Yet after a few hours surrounded by wine tasting (and pairing), talk of Fifty Shades of Grey, shopping, makeup techniques, I wondered where I had fallen. Was this a sign of genders? Was this a sign of extroversion?

This time though, I didn’t force my hand into intense topics of conversation as I had done once with a group of strangers last month. No what does food really mean for everyone. No why does owning a house have so much significance in our society. No how does it really feel like to work in a restaurant like this.

I fidgeted in my seat, hoping nobody would notice. But then I realized, perhaps this is what it is that not all dessert conversation can be perfect.

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