I passed (whoopee)

Last week I ventured down to the 169 Bar in Chinatown to hear Wendy Ip perform. She's back from her stay in England with a new song, and a new boyfriend. I have gotten to know Wendy from her weekly performances at the Stonewall Bistro, before it closed down.

There was a guy hanging around Wendy and her friends, and they introduced me. He said he was just from the neighborhood, and happened in on this night of music. He was showing a picture of his kids, and said his wife was out of town. He was obviously drunk, even before I had arrived.

Eventually it was Wendy's turn to sing. She was as good as ever. Afterwards she hung around a little while, talking to people. The drunk guy started coming on to me. (I guess I should point out that a) this is a straight bar; b) I was presenting as a woman.) He gently took ahold of my arm. I gently pulled away. It didn't discourage him though. He said something about us going back to his place (it was hard to hear over the music). I said, "Sorry, I've got a wife and I'm faithful to her," showing him my wedding and engagement rings.

He looked confused. "You're not a dude, are you?" he asked. I asked him to repeat it, just to make sure I heard him correctly over the band. I never assume I pass as a woman, especially after someone gets a good look at me, and hears me speak. But he repeated his question, "You're not a dude, are you?"

I replied, "I'm a little of both."

He looked at me for a few seconds, and said, "I'd bang you anyway."

I said, "I get enough of that at home," and headed for the exit.

But now I know that I pass as a woman in a well-lit straight bar--at least with a drunk guy.

Whoopee.