We were just meeting up for our first date. I was wearing the dress, the tights and the heels. Perfectly girly, except for my shagged-out hair. Better I not tell the guy on our first date that I identified as partly masculine inside. Not as a tomboy, but genuinely half male in my heart. We had been set up, and the poor guy would probably be scared by hearing this revelation about me on the first real date.
We met up, and it went really well. Nice guy-fellow psychology student, serious foodie, as big a Japanophile as I was an Indophile. He was nice, and it was going really well.
I mentioned at one point that I had a tattoo-a black compass rose, on the outside of one of my thighs at garter/shorts level. I could rock it as sexy or tough, depending on how I felt that day.
"Oh, like it's androgynous?" He asked with a smile.
My jaw dropped. I started stammering. "You-you know what that word means?"