# Crossing Realms Author: Care A Lot Tags: Alcohol, Human, No-Yiff, Other Trying something new. . . I figured it would be a usual night as I finished up my closing duties at the Shop N' Stop delicatessen.  With my shift being 4-11, I was ready to go out and hit the Irish Pub for a beer or two.  I was not expecting anything more than a little fuzz and buzz, something to go home to and celebrate another most excellent evening at work.  Yeah, I'm a human.  Who gives a fuck?  In a world mixed with, like, 70% furries and 30% humans, life is fucking great, now, man.  Not that I have ever dated anyone "out of my species".  Not yet, anyways.  And that is where this "tail" turns. The manager on duty that night, Mr. Steve Blasko, told me that I would be able to leave at an earlier time because it was so slow that evening.  I thought, _Great! _ I could not wait to get out and sip some beer.  I do not like the hard stuff, like vodka, tequila, et cetera, et cetera.  No, I am just interested in beer.  Four Loko?  Once in a while.  That stuff _is fun! _ So, anyways, I clock out and I put away my cutter and nametag, because I work in the deli, and it's a lot of fun.  I treat the customers and co-workers like genuine family, because I love what I do, and it makes for a great life.  And, I won't lie, I do have a drug problem, but I like to drink and smoke cigarettes, although smoking is not so much fun as it used to be.  I don't know, it's just hard on the throat.  Anyways, so I'm walking with my MP3, listening to I don't remember and I stop in the Irish Pub, which is really nice.  By the way, I live in Eastfield, which is a "quaint" little town and I just love it here.  My family is here, and they are so supportive.  I have the doorman check my ID, and it clears.  I'm 35, but I look so goddamn young.  The place is packed, but it is Saturday, so no shit, Sherlock.  At first, I was going to look for a small table, because if there is one thing I dislike is being around a crowd, but I decided what the fuck I will take a chance and I moved over to the bar and found a chair.  There were all kinds around:  sure, humans, stuck up motherfuckers who thought they were better than all the furries (when were they ever going to learn?), but wolves, foxes, squirrels, I mean, it's like a zoo in there, you know?  I have to stop for a moment, and digress.  That's cool, because this is a pretty goddamn long story, and there is no way I can tell all this in one sitting.  I mean, I can give a few more paragraphs and I will have to stop and fall asleep because what a night it has been!  But, I love furries.  I mean, I _love_ them.  I _lust_ after them.  I cry myself to sleep at night, wondering why I was born a goddamn human in the first place.  Furries, well, they're so. . .it's hard to find the perfect word, but. . .well, that's it. . .they're _perfect_.  Shit, they're more than _perfect_.  They're "_fur_"-_fect_.  They are more than just intelligent and possess opposable thumbs.  They have a heightened sense of a spiritual nature that I cannot even begin to consume on a full level, and it's just beautiful.  In my deepest meditations alone, I have wished for just a fraction of some of their love, and have failed every time.  I feel disappointed.  I am no half-baked idiot.  I am not your run-of-the-mill human.  I have been through some shit.  I have made some fucked up bad choices, and I have gained more wisdom from the aftermath of those bad choices than from all the "successes" of my life.  There was this one time I met this amazing and beautiful tan vixen named Cindy.  She was eighteen and single and had a super body and a great sense of humor and love just radiated from her like it was a rainbow detonating from her eyes and mouth, and as we danced to a club song, I felt entranced.  I felt enamored.  I wanted nothing more than to be super glued to her side forever.  I asked her out on a date.  When her paw touched my hand, I blushed, felt crippled and ran.  I mean, I ran for the exit door to the club, and cried all the way home, my sneakers scraping rubber from the soles off the sidewalk.  _How embarrassing_, I thought.  It was then that I realized:  _It's me._  I was not strong enough for the furries.  As a human, my own level of love and passion was real inferior to the divine level of which Cindy had contributed to our dance earlier.  I had to change.  But how? Well, tonight, that change began.  And, I am sure that you are just dying to know what the fuck happened.  And, yes, I am dying to tell you, because I have found a furry that I really, really am ready to commit to, and even thought I just met him (yes, I'm bi, but I'm down to earth), I know my heart and soul now, I'm ready. Let's just say he's hung, wonderful, caring, charming, has a great sense of humor, and has that _"fur"-fect_ touch. Whew!  Please pardon me, but that bed in front of me looks awful good, and I am about to collapse.  I don't know if it's from the Pabst Blue Ribbon or from what happened tonight, but after work tomorrow, I promise to tell more!  Peace, Andy Pandy Source: https://sofurry.com/s/qmy77zP1