I confess that when I was a teenager (aka still presenting as female and deeply in denial), I asked my lesbian friend out and then backed out right away. She probably thought I was just curious or something, but that wasn't the case. When I was with guys, I could ignore what my own body looked like. I guess I kind of switched us in my mind or something or just focused on what they looked like. When I was with her, it was like the dysphoria hit me like a ton of bricks and I wasn't ready to face it, so I pushed it and her away. I'm not sure why that happened, but I do know it wasn't her. She was fun, gorgeous, interesting, and I really liked her. Up until now, I never really understood why she was so hurt by it. Then I realized that the reason I didn't think she'd be hurt was because I didn't believe she could like me as much as I liked her. It seriously never occurred to me. That probably doesn't make much sense to someone without my weird life experiences.