I didn't leave my apartment building all day, as I didn't even bother getting out of my Jammies until I had a Zoom meeting to go to. Yes, I could have done much more during the day, but I was in no mood to bother showering, shaving, and getting dressed. And this suited me just fine.
As has become a custom lately, I didn't go to sleep until the sun started to rise. And I didn't get up until more than half the sunlight hours had gone by the wayside. Not having much that needed to be done right away, I proceeded to relax in bed and watch TV all day. Sometime in mid afternoon, there was a knocking on my door. Not wearing anything but a slip, I was not going to answer the door. Later on, I found out that our managing agent had left me a small token of appreciation - some Almond Nougat. Yum! I could easily ruin my blood sugar levels by finishing this gift in one night. But I didn't.
Now that I changed into this garment, it was time to do a quick make up job to make my face presentable as Marian. And then I logged into the Zoom meetup. After a couple of hours, it was just me and my friend who used to live in New York - and we gabbed for a couple of hours. During our chat, we noted that both of us would likely be good travel companions. However, I mentioned that I only wish that we both liked women, or that one of us were of the opposite sex. (Little does she know the equipment I was born with.) Even though 14 years separates us in age, I wish I could have met her as Mario. Heck, I wish I could reveal myself to her for who and what I am, and see if things could work. But I'd rather have this woman as a friend, than to place a extremely low probability bet on romance.
Once the Zoom meetup was over, I decided to walk downstairs to my mailbox as I was, and get my mail. Apart from an electric bill, I found a package addressed to me as Marian. What could this package be? It seems like a woman I am friends with from my gaming group saw the oven mitt (at the top of this entry) and thought of me. She is another woman, that in another time and another place, that I'd consider dating. But she is married (I also like this fellow quite a bit), and I know that she appreciates my friendship. Here is another friendship I wouldn't have if I were living my life primarily as Mario.
I don't think that some of my acquaintances will ever understand why I prefer being Marian over being Mario. As I like to think about it, women have closer friendships - most men are always suspect in their motives. Assuming this is true, it's a damn shame that biology and social systems isolate the male of our species - we could do much better if the two genders had more in common than we have right now....
