He wore a dress
Pretty self-explanatory dontcha think?
This dude and I sent a few messages back and forth earlier in the year, but nothing came of it. He contacted me again in late July. We texted for about a day and then decided to meet up for lunch that same weekend. I walked into our eating spot and there he was…in the most shapeless, boring, short purple dress ever. Being born and raised in the Bay Area, I didn’t even flinch when I walked in. It’s no big deal to be exposed to people living outside the lines of socially constructed genders
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Having said that, I also know what gets me wet, turns me, makes me want to jump your bones, and dudes in dresses don’t do it for me. I can handle a dude wearing some eyeliner, nail polish, or even lip gloss. Some dudes make it look sexy as fuck. There’s something about men wearing dresses turns me off. Had he mentioned in his profile an identity other than a cisgender (one of the rare times you will find me using that word) I wouldn’t have agreed to go out with him. Part of being open to other people, is also being open and honest about what turns me on. I may not be into gender roles, but I enjoy a gender identity. FOR ME, when it comes to dating, romance, and fucking, there are only 2 genders, women or men who identify with and present as the genders they were assigned at birth*.
He did message me on OkCupid a few days later and asked if I was still interested in chatting. I replied stating we weren’t a match and that was that. I’ve got enough sense to know not to go into greater detail.
It’s now October and summer is officially over for me. Summer 2015 will forever be known as the “Fuckfest that Never Was.”
On the bright side, there’s always Autumn and seasonal coffee drinks! ((^_~))
~ Strange
*I could have easily said cisgender, but I seriously loathe that word. That’s probably another post.
