Introverted and shy – doesn’t make dating very easy. I decided to try online dating. I could put right in my ad that I was a cross dresser (this is what I thought I was at the time – still something I did, not something I was). I could hope no one I knew would see the ad, but then, if they did see it, they were most likely female, and I’d come to reason that most females don’t have a problem with it.
It started off badly. 90% of all respondents either didn’t read the part about the clothing, or thought I was joking, and using it to filter out undesirables. Which, now that I think about it, still should have meant they should have NOT responded. On the plus side, I guess it means I was attractive enough to risk it. (I had terrible self esteem).
The ones that responded and knew I wasn’t joking about the dressing, often just wanted to meet, and it never led anywhere. I had one lady write about me in a local paper, in a piece about online dating, which was kind of cool. And then I finally found one that kind of clicked. We wound up dating for a few months.
I had taken to wearing various women’s attire when at home relaxing because it made me feel good (again another sign James just flat out ignored). This girlfriend was finding it annoying. “Can’t you do that less often?” I tried, but I really couldn’t. I eventually did something terrible. I tuned out of the relationship. I didn’t want to be the one that ended it, so I essentially made her end it. It was despicable, and I am so not proud of it.
I found a few other interesting people, but no relationships, until I was just about done with the whole online dating. My last $20 was put in the system, and I tried again.
Wound up talking to this interesting gal. Her spelling was atrocious, but she piqued my interest. We chatted off and on for a couple evenings. Eventually she mentioned she had tickets to a concert, but no one to go with, and the concert was a Monday night. I said, I could go with her. This was before I learned that the performer was Yanni. Lol.
Monday night I got ready to go. We were to meet at a light rail train station by the stadium where the concert was at. Or so we thought. We met, shook hands I believe, and started walking to the stadium. Oh, the concert isn’t here. There’s an ice rink across the street, maybe it’s there? Nope, not there either. We check the tickets finally – it’s across town at a different rink. Ugh. After a couple phone calls, a family friend comes out to drive us to our venue.
The concert was actually really good. I freely admit I enjoyed a Yanni concert. The company probably had a lot to do with that. 10 years later, we’re still together.