This story will no doubt resonate with anyone out there who is simply living through the days, being what society wants them to be while feeling empty, incomplete and unsure inside. Because this is how I used to feel until an angel came into my life in the shape of my now-wife.
When I met her, I was an office assistant, working over 40 hours a week, aimlessly searching for the meaning of life while conforming to the ideals our society has for women in their 20s. I had met a guy in college who had eventually proposed and I had accepted, out of loss for a better solution, just as much as out of respect. He was a good guy and although I had to follow my heart, I do regret letting him go as I did.
Anyhow, there I was, working the daily grind when my world changed one day due to an exceptionally beautiful person who was newly appointed as my senior. She was in her early 30s, tall, willowy and graceful. And she was a transgender. I feel no shame in admitting that the moment I laid eyes upon her, something stirred in me. What it was, I don’t know. All I knew was that it enveloped my senses like a dark, seductive night. So strong were the feelings that I could not make eye-contact with her without trembling and getting weak kneed.
As the days went by, I slowly mustered up the courage to finally talk to her. I found out more about herself, her past and the more I learned of the woman’s story, the more I found myself falling for her. But I was still afraid. What if she was not into it? What if she rejected my advances? What if I get fired for inappropriate conduct and/or harassment? All these fears kept me from expressing how I truly felt. That was until she did what I couldn’t do. She asked me out on a date, saying she had lots to talk to me about; leaving me in a mess of quivering emotions.
She is by far the most genuine, honest and wonderful person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting and her own story is so inspirational, it makes being with her all the more rewarding.