I first met Sheila a few months ago at a local café. She was hard to miss since she was the only six foot tall black woman in the building. She looked like a black tranny. I watched her for a little bit to see if anyone was going to join her. I approached her table after the waitress took her order.
“Pardon me,” I said. “I couldn’t help to notice that you are dinning alone. I seem to be in the same predicament and wonder if you would like some company.”
