If I was a woman, I'd be butch.

So I was minding my own business at work, see, and happened to get into a conversation with a really butch colleague. You may recognise her type: short haired porky girl who insists on dressing up like a male, and even walks with an exaggerated swagger, as if she's got balls larger than her head.

In any case, I didn't really think I could hold a decent conversation with a woman who thinks she's more alpha than I am; but as it turns out, she made me realise her tastes in women are a lot like mine, and she's very much a pussy connoisseur like me with a fetish for wet thongs and panties-- but to cut the long story short, she made me realise that if I was a woman, I'd definitely be butch.

It was odd at first, but turned out to be fun in the end, to be trading notes about picking up women and such with another woman. No doubt, in her mind she's probably more male compared to some dandy boys I'd come across trying to be metrosexuals and all, and she'd probably shove a dildo into her panties just so to look and feel like she had a dick; she's still biologically a woman, albeit the non-attractive looking kind. Well, in my opinion any way.

And so we ended up chatting between smokes and coffee about women, and at the end of it all, I think she assessed me to be all right. Not that she's going to start introducing her sexy girlfriends to me, no, but we did have a good time talking.

...and oddly enough, that conversation with her made my thoughts wander to a certain someone I've been hoping to meet, just that work got in the way again, given the latest project I have on my desk. To be totally honest, I miss the scent of her (that certain someone, not the butch), and I keep wondering what she'd be doing and wearing at every moment.

And I will, soon enough.