Confessions of a sad superhero book 13

I was here at work just now and I watched an interaction between a trans prostitute and a customer. So I'm on the rooftop looking out at the city when a nice convertible drives up. A trans prostitute is walking by. The driver starts blasting music and the prostitute walks over. They talk. I hear her giggle then the next thing I know she's opening the car door and getting inside. I thought to myself out loud...."Now I can't even get a date. Is that what I need to do? Put on a wig and a mini skirt?" Sometimes the world seems so strange, wicked and twisted. I dunno. It just feels strange to be a good person with a good heart and morals....I'm not exactly ugly but I just don't seem to be what people want. But a trans prostitute who has probably been with hundreds of men and is out there walking the streets at night is able to pull the most gorgeous and successful of the species. This all just seems ironic to me. I think irony might just be my favorite word.