I laughed out loud when I read my wife’s blog last night. From the first meeting there was no doubt there was something different about her, something to do with sex and gender and all that, but not something that has a name – not yet at least.

You would not know this to look at her. She is tall, has a great figure and a beautiful face, and if you saw her walking down the street, you’d think “This world was made for women like her.”

You’d never know she was an alien, working hard to keep her shiny emerald skin hidden.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, March 29th, 2006 at 5:08 am and is filed under Blogging, Personal. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.