We met at Sadie’s Tavern a former lesbian neighborhood-type hangout on Orlando Avenue in Winter Park. I hear it’s no longer there. I was only in Sadie’s one time – the night we met. I was traveling and didn’t live in Orlando.
Later that night, we ended up at Lesbo-A-Go-Go at Southern Nights, a gay disco on Bumby Avenue.

As soon as I met her I thought, “Why can’t I meet a girl like that.” We ordered our beer based on the pretty label and the next thing I knew we were riding in an old limo with a couple of wackos that we met during the first hour that we talked. That was the start of our competition – our “one up” game. It’s also the reason that we’ve always vowed to never go to a strip joint together. I hand the dancer a dollar, she puts it in her bra, then I go for the back of the g-string, then she’s in the front . . . next thing you know we’d both have two strippers sitting in our soccer-mom living room.
The morning after we met I felt really sick. My heart was pounding and I was out of breath. I took some Valium to try to calm down. I couldn’t decide if I was having some sort of panic attack related to my work or if maybe I was having a heart attack.
Then – it hit me. I was having a heart attack, of sorts.
I DID meet a girl like that!