Nikolai's Palace

Last night i had my first encounter with life’s unfamiliar territory. I arrived at my friend’s party around 9. He said that a couple of his friends will join us soon. In the meantime, me and my friend discussed some music, joked around and were having a good pregaming time. When his friends arrived, he went ahead and properly introduced them to me and some other girl that was already there. The guests that arrived consisted of one girl and one guy, called Frank. He was a chubby, short Hispanic boy with a shy personality but nice and mellow. We spent four hours playing Taboo, charade and drinking beer. Our teams were sexually devided, boys vs. girls, so it was me Frank and my other friend against three girls. At 3 a.m. it was getting late and everyone began to leave. I felt tired, but not to tired to go home. I would of stayed longer but then i saw Frank and this other girl who he came with go into a spare room, i assumed they were going to bed, so not to be rood i decided to leave. I went home, enjoyed the evening breeze and fell asleep. I the morning when i woke up, me and my friend went to our regular working out routine. On the way to the gym he kept on looking at me with this funny look on his face that said “You are funny”. I asked him what was he smiling about and he answered “You remember Frank, right?”. “Yes i do, he
s a nice guy, i had a lot of fun last night, i saw him go into that room with his friend girl, are they dating?”. He looked at me with an expression that people have when they have difficulty explaining something. “Well it’s complicated” he said. I didn’t understand what was so complicated about it, maybe they have some healthy relationship issues, or not. “I don’t know how to tell you” he said. “Frank is a girl”. I was speechless. The chubby shy guy, who spoke, walked, acted like a kid and to whom i have been giving high fives all night after our “male” team scored, was in reality a transexual. I was looking at my friend with a surprised stare, and i was. I was not only surprised, but also impressed. I met a lot of gay guys (i am living with one in an apartment, as a roommate), met lesbians who look like guys, but i have never met a full-blown transsexual. I mean it’s all cool. the thing is that, i got fooled. I got fooled, and i felt like a fool looking at my friend with that shocked expression on my face and not having anything to say. I addressed Frank the way guys speak to guys all night, joked wit him about gender, drank bear with him, treated him like my body, and he was swell, a nice fella. The lesson here is that sometimes things are not what they seem, but none of that really matters because it is hard to say what something is, before you can define something you will get lost in semantics.