I think a drag queen has a crush on me.
Melanie Minyon isn’t the first person to compliment me on my long eyelashes (not even on this trip). But after a brief conversation while waiting for the restroom, it seems she can’t get enough of me, or at least my strange name.

“Where’s Baird?” she has taken to yelling from the back of the bus. “Where’s my next ex-husband?”
Sure it’s flattering, but I am a serious journalist on assignment and I can’t be distracted with such flirtation (Sorry Melanie, I’m not gay).
That said, she invited Chris and I to see her drag show tonight.
We are in Key West, after all. What could be the harm?

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