I’m slowing turning into a woman

I’ve always known that I’m sensitive, and ever sense I became a male cheerleader to try and get Amy Johnston (who’s now my wife) to marry me I’ve been changed in ways I’ll never get back. Case in point, a few days ago I was standing at the counter at Chic-fil-a.

I was minding my own business when I sat my murse on the counter top to get money out for the three delicious small vanilla cones I’d ordered for my family. You might be wondering what a “murse” is, and here is where my problems start. A murse is a male carry-all, you probably saw the episode on Seinfeld where Jerry had the European hand bag. I have one from Target - and I call it a murse. It’s just one of the ways I’ve become more like a woman. I’m sensitive, like to talk a lot, carry a murse, and wait till you hear what happened next.

I wasn’t facing the counter as I dug deep into my murse trying to find the money for the vanilla cones when out of my left ear I heard the comment, “What a beautiful purse!” It came from the young lady working the register, and here is the worst part of the story, my back was turned to her and I assumed she was talking to me!

So I spun proudly around with a huge smile on my face to say, “thank you”, when I realized that she was - in fact - not talking to me but talking to the woman standing next to me who clearly had a far more superior and beautiful purse!

That is the moment I realized I have a problem, which is the first step in any major recovery program. I was mortified that I assumed the counter girl was talking to me when she commented about a “beautiful purse”! My masculinity took a shot that day and I’m not completely sure why I’m sharing it with you today, other than to help you feel better about yourself - or to purge my psyche of this problem.

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