Nice Mugs Part VII

“You know, I actually feel a bit relieved.” I said.  “The truth is, I am not really a “pick ‘em up” kinda guy.  When you asked me to sit down, I was a bit nervous about where this was going to go.  I am truly in love with my wife but, as you know, I have a wandering eye.   “Wow!  You have a really tough life Dirk”. Micayla looked at me sarcastically.  "Sorry, my petty little issues must seem trivial to you".  Micayla looked out the front window.  "No, not trivial.  Just normal.  My issues, on the other hand..." She drifted off.  "What was the end result of your lawsuit?" I asked.  "The judge said that I was anatomically a man, so I would have to use the male restroom.  But after a few beatings at the hands of the morally superior high school boys, I resorted to using the bathroom in the nurses office."  Micalya looked down at her cup.  “Micalya.”  She looked up into my eyes.  “I am sorry that happened to you.”  “Eh, it’s no big deal.  That which does not kill us...”  “So, do you have a... a boyfriend?”  “Why, are you interested?” Her eyes twinkled with delight.  “Sorry, I am married.  Otherwise...” I said pointing at my ring.  “Damn, all the good guys are either gay or taken”  “Aren’t you gay?” I asked. “Well, I guess if you want to get all technical about it.  Actually, if you really must know, I play for both teams.”  “Really?  Bow chica bow wow.”  “Yeah, some of the surplus equipment actually comes in handy.”  “Yuck!  To much information.” I hold up my hands feigning disgust.