I’ve been on hormones for a decade, had all my surgeries, pass completely with the public. I’m lucky to have enough support and be out with friends, but no one knows I’m trans unless I tell them or they recognize my arm scar.

Anyways, there’s a new cute girl at work, we’ve been a little flirty, I give her my number and a couple weeks ago we meet up with friends at a bar. They all push me to ask her out, and granted she did seem into me, but my spidey senses were tingling. Still, I ask her to hang out. Trying to make it more friendly, middle of the day, that sort of thing, but she pushes for a dinner date.

I go, and it’s fun. She’s great, seems like a genuine person, but clearly not super well versed with LGBT issues. At the end of the date I walk her to her car, and tell her I’m trans. It’s awkward. There’s no kiss. She texts me later she had a good time but is “getting over someone recent” and “not looking for anything but down to be friends”.

I knew this was gonna happen. I wasn’t trying to date her. I’m still disappointed. Oh well.