"Wow" said Lindsey "I suppose just because you're a hairy, muscley hunky dude now you think I'm going to jump into bed with you?"
"Uh" said Mona, afraid that Lindsey had suddenly developed mind-reading abilities.
"Nah" said Lindsey, "You gotta buy me dinner first, then we'll see. Welcome to dudeville, population you."
"You knew, didn't you."
Lindsey laughed. "We all did! That was one of our favorite topics of conversation, how much you sucked at being a girl and how you were obviously meant to be a guy! So I arranged for Johnny to drink some of that bimbo soda while you watched, and then watched the light bulb go on over your head!"
"But how did you learn about this place?"
Lindsey plucked a can of "California Bombshell" off the shelf. California Bombshell was an orange-mango-pineapple soda with a picture of a male and female blonde surfer stereotypes on the can. The female surfer looked a lot like Lindsey. "About three years ago a guy named Colin came in here. A real loser, dweeby, creepy-looking, terrified of women, couldn't get laid to save his life. Obsessed with video games, you know the type. He drank a whole can of California Bombshell." She gave a twirl. "Believe me, it was a vast improvement!"