Here's one of each for me..

16... all black, old jump boots, ratty Misfits shirt and fishnets with long dyed wedge hair in the front. The back looked chunky like a drunken neophyte acryllic painter took to it with a pair of blunt dog clippers.

Actually that's exactly what happened, if memory serves. 1993.

Anyway, I'm walking around with some friends, feeling rather lonely and sorry for myself when a girl with a shaved head and an old Crass tshirt walks up, wraps her arm around mine and says "I'll be your girlfriend if you buy me a happy meal".

I had enough for us to get happy meals because I had just finished fountain diving for beer money change. Thus proving my suitability as a prospective mate, I suppose.

2023....

I'm at a barcade. I like pinball. Dressed like a Victorian vampire. The kind who plays pinball. Also skee ball.

Women's bathroom has a line, so at least the universe is working as expected tonight. Sign on one stall says "out of order".

Beautiful woman in blue jeans and a jeans jacket walks right past me and says "Out of Order huh?"

Opens the door and immediately begins to lift off the top of the tank lid and jigger around with the guts of this public toilet. A few seconds in and she's got her sleeve rolled up and she's fixing things.

I was in awe and just stammered "Yeah the little...chain thing gets bunched up sometimes or blocks the floater. Umm... wow I mean you know most women would just walk right by or wait in line, but youre fixing the thing"

She says "Yeah its not a huge deal"

I feel a bit of panic well up before awkwardly saying "Uhhh ....can I....help in some way?"

She says "No"

I say "Well I hate to ...just leave you alone here having to fix stuff. Alone I mean. Uhhh... you know just.. in case you...umm... wind up needing a hand...or something "

She glances back and says "No Im good"

Later that evening I see her standing outside. With her boyfriend.

I'm now ashamed to say that I took being capable at fixing things as the sole indication that she might be gay. That I have some internal stereotype of most straight women waiting for rescue.

I have no other idea why I'd think a woman was a lesbian just because she stuck her hand down a toilet.

Edit: btw sorry if this came off as neggy when I wrote it I had intended it as a funny sort of thing