I had a fairly eventful weekend. In fact, I've had a pretty solid run as of late. The new boobs might conceivably have something to do with it.
I was out partying on Saturday night. Started chatting with a cute guy in a nightclub. We shared a smoke, and he seemed to know a ton of people at the club and was introducing me to them. Then we checked out the art in an upstairs gallery and had a little make-out session. He was oblivious and I managed to keep his hands from wandering. He took my number before I left.
Then I had a date with an OKC guy on Sunday evening. This was hard because I'd only gotten home at 2:30 am and had to get up to take my daughter mountain biking at 7 am. But the date seemed to go really well. We chatted minimally about me being trans and spent most of the date talking about music, what we liked doing, what we did for work, and growing up in a different culture (he's Puerto Rican).
He's quite handsome and struck me as a really solid, straightforward guy. However, he didn't really have any game, and so I started thinking to myself, maybe he's a bit boring. And then I got really angry with myself, because I thought of the guy from the previous night, and reminded myself that I don't want a guy with game - I'm actually looking for a straightforward, solid guy. I'm the first trans woman he's dated, but I think he's been attracted to us for a long time.
Anyway, we have a second date planned for Friday. He's taking me to see some Latin Jazz and I'm looking forward to it
Oh and despite the previous decolletage advice, I decided to flaunt it. I decided that as a trans woman it was important to take every opportunity to push my femininity. (Which is also one of the things guys like about us).