The man did not expect to find his true love while dancing. He just wanted to have some fun and not think of work for the night. So he headed to the nearest disco and there he drank until he could no more. He found himself dancing with girls he had never seen before. Girls varying in size and looks, some old enough to actually be called women.
“I think I like you”, said the woman. “I think I could learn to like you”, said the man.
The two danced on. Drunk and ecstatic.

The couple walked to his house, he opened the door and his cat rubbed its head against his foot.“Oh! That’s a nice cat!,” exclaimed the woman. “Yeah. That’s Oliver. I just got him fixed”, said he. “Poor thing! Here Oliver. Come here, that’s a good pussycat”.

Significant each other’s other or not, the man and the woman had a steamy lovemaking session, a no-strings-attached-one-night-stand.

The man said: “That was good”, and she nodded, too tired to speak.
“I am really a man”.
“No way!”
“Yes way. I should’ve told you but I thought you’d freak out.”
“Freak out? Are you kidding me? What the!”
“I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m telling you this in the first place. I don’t know you, you don’t know me. And this is a one-night stand for god’s sake. I’m sorry I’m just really stupid sometimes. I should’ve just shut up about it”
Now looking at the ceiling and not knowing what to say, they both lay there, silent. Oliver curled up on the floor and closed his eyes in sweet sleep.

Then someone said “Well OK. I was a woman once”.

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