Dear BrainBomb.
I simply feel compelled to reveal myself to you. I.....I am your "ex wife", and though perhaps the joke went a bit too far, the entire thing was a sham.
Yes, my friends always told me that for a dude I had nice legs, and so it was that one drunken night I slipped into a dress and pursued you at the bar to win a bet.....
...and the rest is history.
We had some good times at first, and indeed we did seem to "click". Our mutual insanities played well together, and indeed sparks flew. Emotional sparks. Romantic sparks.
Indeed, I even considered going full tranny for you...
But....but I thought you might have noticed that we never really....uh..."did it". I thought you might have noticed that every time we pursued romance I blindfolded you and coverd you in peanut butter and...well...that wasn't me growling, and my tonuge isn't that long and...well...even afterwards the dog always had a special affection for you. Didn't you ever notice that?
And so it was that eventually I felt that things must come to an end, for I simply didn't have the cash flow to support both my feminine wardrobe for you, and live my real life as a man.
And so I contact a few of my buddies in the Thespain club and....
...I never got in a car wreck, and never went to jail and.
It's over BB. Yeah, you are a swell guy in your way, though in all honesty I do think I've come to despise you.
Let it go, man. I just can't go on having you chase after this illusion.