I used to travel a lot on business.
I averaged a plane a day for nearly 5 years. I was the sales manager, the world was my territory, and I lived on planes.
But at the end of the day, when I'd arrived in tomorrow's city and I was all set to go, I'd sometimes try and find a nice bar to visit. Grab a cocktail or two, maybe have a snack, watch a little TV, relax, and perhaps attempt to find some feminine companionship.
And whatever might reasonably ensue from that. Ahem.
But whereas finding a nice babe in a bar is starting off with two strikes, it's still a worthy effort. How else are we expected to keep divorce lawyers fully employed unless we continue getting drunk and making stupid choices?
Have you ever wondered why they make it so dammmed easy to get married, and so terribly hard to get a divorce? And so expensive?
Remember what they say, "alimony is the f--king we get for the f--king we got!"
Funny. Not funny.
Anyway, trying to find an attractive babe with whom to share a drink or two in an airport hotel bar at 9:00 p.m., is always fraught with danger. But never moreso than right now. That's because millions of us have adopted transgenderism. As in, putting on a dress and some lipstick and pretending to be a woman.
BTW, I stopped trying to "drink them pretty" in the Army. A part of my storied past, no matter what anyone says.
But back in the '70's before I found my forever wife, the "chase" was a lot simpler. A LOT simpler. Back then there were the men, you see, and there were the women. Only two choices. As we were taught in biology class. The concept of 57 genders had yet to be adopted by the State of California. And however many genders in Illinois. And New York. And Oregon. And another dozen Blue States.
CA had begun doing really stupid things, but disavowing science wasn't yet one of them.
Those professing what we now call "an alternate lifestyle" had yet to do so. People kept their sexuality to themselves, because that's where it belongs. Kept all private like. They did not wear it on their sleeve, or on both both puffy sleeves and a skirt. And most assuredly they did not advertise it, unless they were in "that part of town."
Back then we had gay folks to be sure. The guys who liked guys, and the ladies who went for ladies. However we did not have millions of transgenders pretending to be the opposite sex. Those afflicted with gender dysphoria should have an avenue for relief. Unlike those who've transitioned in order to gain an advantage. Like the "men" who've managed to steal more than 900 college scholarships from women. But millions of others are so good at it you cannot tell from a distance with whom you are dealing.
Which brings me back to the bar. A dimly-lit bar.
Just imagine you're in a nice airport hotel lounge, and there's a nice looking babe at the other end of the nice bar. And you think to yourself, why not offer that nice babe a drink? Since you're on your second, you don't hesitate to head right on over.
Except when you get there you find out it's not Donna but Don, and he just might proceed to take you apart, limb from limb. Which brings me to my Recommendation of the Day:
Maybe it's best to confine oneself to church socials when we go out hunting from now on...