I went out last night dressed up again at the gay/transgender pub I go too. I've never had a problem ever until last night. Last night, I wore something totally different than other times. I wore a long red skirt, black lace top, and gold shoes. I was sitting with 2 of my CD friends, and there was a young guy nearby sitting by himself. My CD friends went out for a smoke for about 10 minutes, so I sat by myself. The young guy who was quite handsome came over and sat with me. He asked my name, I said "Angela" which is the name I now use. He said, he was Rob. We had breif chat for about a minute, then he asked me for a dance. I said I could'nt dance, cause I was minding a handbag for someone. He then said would I like sex. I quickly replied "Do you always ask women that within 2 minutes", he said "No, never". I said "Then why me", and he said "Cause you are not a woman, you are just a man dressed up". When he first aproached me, he said I was pretty and my skirt was nice, then he had to say that to me. I was totally turned off, so I purposely ignored him from that moment. My last words were "When I'm dressed up, I'm a lady, whats the difference...", then he went quiet and left. I suppose I should get used to this. Hell, some men are persistant and rude.