The universal question. GGs talk about it all the time, more so with advancing age (Google the likelihood of a never-married 40-something finding Mr. Right sometime...). Much, MUCH harder for gurls, for pretty obvious reasons. They are out there, though. There are all kinds of online groups and sources you can plow through, but be prepared to filter out a lot of guys you'd want nothing to do with. The thing about CD/TG/TS is that there are more than a few men who find us especially attractive because we're not GGs, and not just gays in denial or fetishists. I think it has a lot to do with our exaggerated expression of femininity (by modern standards). The dresses, skirts, hose, heels, lingerie, makeup, perfume stuff that so many GGs don't seem to have a passion for these days, or reserve for the occasional formal setting. I suppose some of them also get a thrill from knowing our secret and together convincing others that we're "normal" couples out for a date.
You can watch Craigslist for men looking (casual encounters: m4t) and respond (make up an anonymous dummy e-mail account first), or advertise yourself (t4m) and sift through the responses. You may well find a few with whom you'd like to correspond further. You can tell a lot about them from how they write and what they say. Tell them what you wrote in your OP and see how they respond. Be prepared for unanswered messages. A lot of them want to play with the fantasy but then get cold feet when you try to arrange a meeting. That's why you see a lot of gurl-seeking-guy ads that emphatically state "no endless emails".
I was contacted through a Yahoo group by a very nice man a decade ago, and we had several nice outings (and nightcaps). Not anyone I'd hitch my life to, but a special friend and a truly nice man. Then I met my wife, and that was that. She knew him as well through the group and several group nights out (her ex was a CD), and she knew I'd dated him before she and I fell for each other, so I never had to hide my recent past from her. Just sent him an email (we lived 200 miles apart) explaining things, and we wished each other well.
Funny thing, life.





