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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
What happened: My best friend had just announced to our whole group that she likes both girls and guys. So my bi friend and another friend visit me one day and tell me to take this quiz online to see if you can pick the gay man or woman out of a pair of photos. At the end of the quiz it tells you which sex you have better gaydar for. At the end I was apparently better at spotting lesbians. The non bi friend made fun of me and suggested maybe I secretly liked women too.
What I said: I didn't really say anything. I didn't want to vehemently dispute her and offend my newly outed friend.
What I SHOULD have said: I thought later how hilarious it would have been to tell the friend that if she was better at spotting gay women she wouldn't have accidentally made out with a woman. During high school she dated a transsexual (pre-op) and didn't find out for years. We all suspected and told her at the time though.
The French call it l'esprit d'escalier, "the wit of the staircase," those biting ripostes that are thought of just seconds too late, on the way out of the room-or even, to tell the truth, days later. It's happened to you: you've suddenly thought of just what would put your foe in his or her place, but past the time when the arrow could sting its victim. You've stewed in your own juice ever since, and the chance for singeing repartee is gone forever.
Or is it?
Dorothy Parker or Oscar Wilde may have had the rapier wit to tweak their tormentors on the spot, but for the rest of us, we offer the Internet's only L'esprit d'escalier web site!