Five Stages of Grief

I used to come to this bar to pick up women. Sometime I was successful, but more often than not I wasn't. But that was three months ago...before The Great Shift. I went through the Five Stages of Grief. I can remember thinking at first that I must be dreaming, being angry about suddenly being stuck in an Asian woman's body, hoping for a way to switch back, and even sad late nights watching TV with ice cream. Finally, I accepted that I was now this woman, which brings me back to the bar. It's come full circle, and now I'm hoping somebody will pick me up...