I had the strangest thing happen to me two days ago. Realistically, its not a big deal and most people will probably read it and think "pfft, I've had that happen TONS of times!" but to me, its just...really, really strange.
(brief backstory, this becomes semi-relevant in a minute) Me and Ben are aquaintances with a girl who works at the local supermarket, where we spend entirely too much of our time (and money).
Friday night we were doing some 2 AM snack shopping and ran into her, and her boyfriend. We got chatting, he noticed my bone necklace and then we started talking about how we both do handmade stuff, so on so on, he got really stuck on how I look and how he thought it was "badass for a guy around here to dress as goth as you".
Threw me for a loop, because usually I feel blessed if I get a hesitant "sir" or just a flat-out avoidance of it. This guy never questioned it, though, and that made me like him almost initially. We hung out and talked for about two more hours, and he ended up giving me the opportunity to talk to a friend of his who runs a website for handmade stuff.
Saturday night, he called me to tell me we were supposed to be meeting up on Sunday afternoon. After about three hours of anxiety-riddled "ohgodohgodohgod people" me and Ben headed out to meet up with this Anna.
When we met initially, she was a bit brusque, and I figured "Okay, she's strictly business, I kinda like that". Ever since I realized I was trans and started living only as male, I've cut down on my social interactions a LOT. Some people might have seen the "I'm antisocial as hell" post I made a few weeks back.
We walked the five million blocks to her house, got there, and within five minutes it got a bit better. We were all talking, Rook (the guy who'd introduced us) was showing Ben and I some of the jewelery concepts he had and showing us his tea blends. Anna asked if anyone wanted Smirnoff, and while my common sense and logic said "dude, you're a three-times recovering alcoholic", the baser and (obviously) dominant part of my mind didn't say much of anything beyond a joyous squeal of give-me-that-sweet-sweet-liver-murder.
Several Smirnoffs and countless shots later, everyone except Ben is quite inebriated. At this point, things are still relatively normal, even if Rook is flirting with everyone in the house. Somehow we ended up on the porch having a smoke, and that's when things got weird.
Anna, who's been drinking since we got to the house and is by now more or less plastered, keeps eyeballing me and going on about how I'm "one effing gorgeous man". I'm too drunk to fully register the insanity of that comment, so at this point I'm just kind of wobbling around gleefully. And then she kissed me. And then, she kissed Rook. And then he kissed me. And then Anna shoved him out of the way and (by Ben's account) started dryhumping me and trying to makeout with my ear.
Ben didn't get pissed, I don't think he's even capable of jealousy, but he did get nervous because I'm not out to these people. They know me as a normal, albeit slightly flamboyant and androgynous, boy. I, again, was too drunk to remember any of this.
Around the point where she was trying to tear my pants off, Ben made up an excuse about needing to be somewhere and called a cab. From what I remember, this was interspersed with more awkward making out, culminating with her and Rook both (attempting to) kiss me at the same time. Which was funny as hell, at least at the time.
So...yes. This confused me. A lot. See, I don't think I'm particularly attractive and really, neither does anyone else since high school. The absolutely unquestioned passing is still blowing my mind, and making me feel pretty awesome, but the fact that I was literally inches away from probably being outed had me piss-terrified once I sobered up. On the upside, I don't really intend on seeing either of them with any real frequency (especially after the "guys, we should have a threesome" he kept moaning at me and Ben whilst groping my boyfriend's butt). So at least there's that. I'm kind of feeling like any business relationship we might've had is kinda shot, though.
Has anyone else ever had something like this happen, and if so, did it royally screw with your head like it is mine?
