When I'm seeing someone new there are two ideas I use to torture myself about the other person. The first is that I imagine that the woman I'm seeing used to be a man and is secretly waiting for an opportune time to spring this sensitive bit of post-op information on me. The second, much more common way, is thinking that they're off sleeping with someone else on nights when we can't be together. I don't take either very seriously; both ideas pop up and evaporate again fairly quickly after they've bubbled into my brain. The sex change notion is admittedly ridiculous. So is the fear of being cheated on, at the end of the day, but it seems to strike a much deeper chord.
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