I've run into a number of girls randomly over the years, here in San Diego, and in Salt Lake City of all places. The craziest one that I still can't get over though... flying back from Europe to LA, assigned seats, huge plane, and I am seating directly next to a transgender woman, early 20s with her whole family. My wife grew up in Santa Monica, and this family was from Santa Monica. Of course, I said nothing in all these situations, as their lives are none of my business, and nothing about me at that time suggested I was trans, for my families' sake. Granted, it was a flight from the Netherlands, but the odds of two Transwomen sitting directly next to each other still boggles my mind.