Those of you who follow my blog will know that I’m single. This is the first time I’ve been single post testosterone and post top-surgery. Thus, not only do I live my life as stealth as possible, I am also just a normal guy to people I meet.
I recently met a woman at one of my work places. We hit it off great, there was chemistry there and we exchanged numbers. We kissed on the first date, but I had not disclosed my status. By the second date, I had made up my mind that if this was going further, I had better disclose now, rather than later.
Basically, at the end of the date, I told her about my transsexualism. She didn’t run away or scream in horror, but she was definitely shocked. She said she had no clue. I apologized (hey, it was my first time disclosing) and told her I would not call her again, giving her an out. If she wanted to see me, she had to make that decision. She hooked her arm in mine as we left and kissed me goodnight.
That was last week. I have not heard from her since, and true to my word, I have not called.
I realize that it was two dates and this was a very good reaction, considering I live in the South East and it can be potentially dangerous to disclose. I’m not going to lie though; there was chemistry there, we had a lot in common and it is a bummer that apparently my transsexualism was enough to outweigh all the rest.
This was not the first time, nor will it be the last that I will be rejected based on my medical condition. While I know that someone else’s thoughts about my body, my character or my life have no true basis on who I am as a person, it is hard not to feel a little down, given this development.
BUT the good news is, an attractive, intelligent, driven young woman found me attractive, kissed me and was willing to go on a few dates with me. Considering how my year has gone in the romance department, I know that I have to count this as a win, even if it didn’t go as far as I wanted it to.
EDIT: She called! The saga continues…