You thought I was hot... till you found out I wasn't a dyke!! - m4w
Never mind that we were at Rebel Girl, the Rickshaw Stop's once-a-month Lesbian/Grrl/Dyke-centric sweaty dancehall extravanganza, and I was one of maybe twenty dudes in a whole sea of queer female hotness...never mind that you thought I was a tall, thin GIRL, and didn't realize I wasn't, until twenty minutes AFTER we were done swapping spit. (That was *hella* hot by the way...all witnesses agree you're quite gifted)
I thought you were charming in spite of your inability to accurately gauge my gender. I'm sorry I ended up being male-bodied, and straight, but nonetheless I'd like to see you again. Maybe next month? I only go when my lesbian friends invite me, but they're giving you their official thumbs up. And I think your smile's lovely. So there.
I was the tall blonde British lad in the button-up shirt. You were the slightly inebriated lass who knows who she is. If you'd like to try for a repeat as much as I do, by all means don't waste any time..I'd love to dance with you again.
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