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Posted by Jessie Hart
October 24, 2010
Filed in Society Girl's Personal Blogs
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I enjoyed a special week this week.
I went out on my first date ever with a guy. As I've written a number
of times, as recently as a year ago I really didn't want much part of
it.
The change in thinking has been gradual. When I did attract positive
male attention, I accepted it as validation of how I looked.
As we all know, on line attention is 98% trashy. I've been approached by
guys with sexual ideas I didn't even know existed. Most all are very
sure if I'm transgendered I'm ready to jump into the nearest hotel room
to fulfill their fantasies. Some are frustrated former crossdressers who
live their fantasies through me and I really have no problem with them
as such. As a transgendered girl, however I demand the same respect they
would give to a genetic woman.
Every once in a while, a seemingly real guy surfaces. Not a hotel Romeo.
Not really up on transgender life but is intrigued by my picture and
profile. That guy came around about 6 months ago.
Very briefly we chatted about life. We exchanged emails and finally decided to meet in person.
Fortunately we made the plan only a couple days before, so I had less
time to be really nervous. How would I react? Could I pull it off? It
turned out I didn't have to pull it off at all!
I carefully picked out an outfit that had some edge to it but was
conservative at the same time. A basic top, long open sweater and my
favorite jeans with flats. I felt I looked the best I could with what I
had to work with.
We picked a place that I would most comfortable and I arrived a little early. (To try to calm down)
As I sat there, I remembered the first time I came to this place. My
first trip out as a girl to a straight venue nearly 12 years ago and I
was scared to death! As luck would have it one of the bartenders from
that night was working and I tried to sit as close as I could to the
seat I had. Indeed I was coming full circle. Scared on that first night
to just be out and scared 12 years later on a date.
He arrived and we exchanged a hug and my first two impressions were that he was a good looking guy and a big one!
From that point, I didn't have to "pull it off". My natural inner girl
just took over. My best description would be my male self was in a
trance-and gone. She took over the controls and was doing what comes
naturally.
She had served her time in the shadows and now was having fun.
Two hours or so went by in seconds it seemed. The euphoria lasted much longer.
Of course I had to talk to my BFF about the date! She is a genetic girl
and listened with amused intent.She said "do you think he will call you
again?" That's what real women deal with". Get used to it!
Well, he did.