“I think you’re very attractive but your features are quite masculine,” the Tinder message flashes up. It’s from one of the Bright Young Things, one I haven’t chatted to yet.
“Thank you?” I reply. “Obviously, I’m a girl.”
“Can you send more photos?” The chap replies.
“OK,” I say, “what’s app?”
“Sure,” he says.
Scrolling through my photos, I attach a few: one in the multicoloured striped dress, a couple in the orange dress, one in a green dress.
“I’m still not sure,” the message comes back.
“Seriously?” I reply. “I’ve never encountered this particular worry before!” On the heels of CatBoy asking me if I’ve been sectioned, this one is asking me if I’m a bloke!
“I think you’re really attractive but I’m confused. Can you send a bikini photo so I can make sure?” He fires back.
“Who has photos of themselves in a bikini apart from teenagers and reality TV people?” I say.
“Don’t be shy,” he messages back.
“I’m not shy. I just don’t think it’s appropriate,” I say.
“I’m sure you do alright for yourself. I’d love to have a closer look,” his message comes back.
“I’m not sending a bikini photo. Sorry,” I say.
Thinking about it afterwards, I realise his line of questioning must simply be a ruse to garner bikini photos. He probably does it to everyone. It’s rattled me though. Gazing at my photos, I wonder what about them makes me look masculine. The toned arms, the long wig, the make-up…actually I don’t care. Putting this to the back of my mind, I hit Tinder again.
Tonight’s chap has cancelled – yay – due to “problems with his ex”. Can’t help feeling relieved: had misgivings about him.
Don’t want to give too much away, in case it doesn’t happen, but there’s a potential chap on Monday evening. He’s 36, 6 foot 4, likes cats and we’ve been chatting today. Hopefully he won’t think I’m a man who has been sectioned. That will be progress!
Wish me luck?