Like most people I have dating profiles on line and this is how I meet most of the people I go out with. Being trans, most people who seem interested in me are men, who I'm not attracted to. Nothing personal to the men's I'm just not into you - although saying this doesn't appear to stop them offering to be the one who can 'convert me' or 'change my mind.' I have a nice little ' No Men' sticker on my profiles which is right at the top where they can see it. So in short anyone who might be interested in my pic and clicks on my profile knows who I'm into and not into.
Two years ago I got a message from someone called 'Julie' who after a few days worth of messages we decided to go out for a date. We'd meet in Cardiff on a Friday evening for a drink to see if we clicked and take things from there. Friday arrived and I caught the train to Cardiff, adding a few last minute touches along the way (note for future reference do not do your eye liner on public transport again). We were meant to meet outside of the entrance facing Margaret Street, after a five minute wait I gave her a ring to see if she was running late. She replied saying she was in the car park and could I make my way over to her, my alarm bells should have been ringing at this point but I gave her the benefit of the doubt - she may have wanted to try a bar on the bay and the car park was in that direction. I eventually found her car and got inside, on seeing her she was distinctly more mature than her picture suggested - I later found out the picture was from 1994, the first of many lies...
We drove off and after a few minutes of heading in an unfamiliar direction I asked where we were going. 'Home' she replied, OK - not what I expected but a few drinks and what not. During the car trip home she didn't speak much bar asking questions about me and answering little about herself. We pulled into her drive, on entering her house I noticed the front room light was on and asked who it was 'my husband Gordon was the reply.'
This was not what I'd signed up for...
She then asked if I wouldn't mind going upstairs as 'my makeup needed touching up' and that Gordon 'doesn't like it when the illusion is spoiled.' I headed to bathroom because understandably 'I needed to go.' After steadying myself, I decided I was in no harm and if worst came to the worst I'd leg it out of the door. I went down to the living room and was greeted by Julie who I now noticed in the light was wearing a leather dress and Gordon who not only was a good 20/25 years older than Julie but was wearing nothing but leather shorts. To sum up my date was a honey trap set up by some geriatric kinksters. It turned out that my conversations on line with Julie had really been with Gordon who was a trans admirer, Julie apparently wasn't really into me and spent the conversation glaring at me - this apparently was something she put up with for the sake of her marriage.
I politely asked for them to call me a taxi and was out of there ten minutes later I was out of there and have never looked back. I think you'll agree readers that this is one from the nightmare files.
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