I posted a version of this response on another thread but decided it was not appropriate and way too long so I'm kind of hesitantly posting it here.
I have been hit on a number of times, and there is no mistaking me for a woman unless the person had way too many drinks. It is interesting though, from my own personal view point as a cross dresser. My first encounters were at a gay club, and, not knowing better, I was sitting at the bar when they occurred. Rude and crude were the pick up lines. A turn off from the start. After telling of my experiences here on this site, the comments were more or less, if you are sitting at the bar alone, you have to expect behavior like that. Not accept it but expect it. They are cruising and they expect other patrons there to be cruising. So, I took the advice offered here and I stopped sitting at the bar. I sat either by the dance floor, btw I love the dance, or away from the bar and the outrageous proposals ended.
I should say, so far, I have not had any experience with a man or even seriously kissed one.
Lately though, I had some encounters that made me think - maybe that I should be open to new experiences. Recently I was at the 5 Club in Madison WI. There was a drag show going on. There were a lot of queens/CDs there from Chicago. The show was great, lots of very talented entertainers. I met one very attractive CD, who was there supporting her friends who were performing. We hit it off immediately. We met and chatted while waiting for a bar keep. She was very affectionate, with a lot of touching, not sexual, but feminine, light touches on the hands, arms, etc. Very friendly. I currently don't have much of that in my life, so it was surprising, almost overwhelming, enticing, frightening, my heart was racing, I was in a state I tell you.
I was in a purple mood that night. I was out shopping before I stopped at the club. I had on a purple suede skirt, mid calf, a purple sweater, hippie style, purple bra, purple panties, purple accessories, you get the idea. I stopped at the club for a drink on my way home. I was way out-dressed, I didn't know a drag show was happening that night. It was a benefit show. The outfits most of the CDs wore were to die for. I would have dressed differently if I knew.
My potential new friend was dressed to nines, perfect make up, lovely sparkly dress, matching jewelry, great shoes. I was envious, but I was having a great time conversing with her. The place was packed, we didn't mind waiting for a drink while chatting. It seemed my body was in sensory overload, I didn't know what was going on. Finally a bar keep came, my new friend asked me what I wanted to drink............and I panicked. I don't know what happened. I only had one drink so far that night. I usually have 2 at the most, so alcohol was not a factor.
I usually buy drinks, even dressed, but still, I don't know why I responded the way I did. I thanked her but said 'no thank you' and said 'no need to, I can buy my own'.. dumb on my part...broke the spell.....WHY??....it was stupid!.. I ordered a beer. One of her friends were performing so she left to watch. I drank half of my beer and fled. Missed opportunity? Who knows what may have happened, probably nothing but a good time meeting new friends. Would I have responded to her if things would have gotten more serious. I think about it after the fact, and it is possible. I feel regret. It was totally out of my life experience, I didn't know what to do. I still think, what if? I was really attracted to her, the initial attraction was more than any other person I have met in years. Maybe it was that attraction that spooked me. Maybe I just got scared, of what, I really don't know, well I kind of know but not completely sure.
Anyone else have an experience like this? Any insights would be greatly appreciated.
Big hug,
jamsey
The other possibility is that while you were attracted to her when it came down to a potential "this could possibly lead elsewhere" your inner "boy" may have been saying "Whoa Hoss, you like cowgirls not cowboys". 
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Originally Posted by Isha
), however presented, but whatever floats your boat as they say.
