Dipping My Toe into the Online Pool

A couple of weeks ago, I started up an account on Blue Sky: the more liberal and safer version of Twitter (suck it, Elon). I'm sure several of you actually followed me here from there. If you haven't, I'm @trixiemarie1969.bsky.social. It's mostly just me commenting on interesting or funny memes, posting some random musings as well as some pictures (no full face reveals yet), and sharing my daily blog.

But onto the juicier part: I also started an online dating profile on Friday.

I won't mention which specific one but it's one that supposedly caters to members of the LGBTQ community.

Whenever I would try this out as my masculine self, I wasn't getting much traction at all. If I got a match, I considered that a victory. However, if I did get a match, it was usually the only one for weeks on end, they'd never message me, I'd get frustrated and bored before finally deleting it altogether.

This time, I made the profile as Trixie. I do mention on there how I'm pansexual and genderfluid, so any prospective suitor knows I'm not a cisgender female.

The results have been a major eye opener.

I'm getting multiple likes, messages and matches every day. Granted, most of the messages are from older guys who either look like future serial killers and are commenting on how nice I look (I can't help it if I look so darn cute 😜) but it's still nice to get so many compliments.

Now, most of the conversations end once I start asking them about themselves; which I expected. However, I did have a multi day "conversation" with one guy.

He seemed a little tougher in his picture but something was intriguing about him. So, unlike most of the others, I actually did respond to his message. When I asked him what he was looking for, he said "friends maybe more" but it became apparent what he was really after.

We'd only been messaging for about an hour when he started asking me questions like:

"What are you wearing?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Do you have any kinks?"

That first day, I was so taken aback and flattered by such interest that I didn't really know how to respond. I mostly went shy and played coy with him.

By the second day, I recognized his pattern: one normal "getting to know you" question followed by 2-3 straight sex questions. He also asked about calling, video chatting or even when we could meet up. Again, this was only 12 hours after first starting to talk with each other. Anytime I would attempt to steer the conversation back to getting to know each other, he'd give me a one line, or even one word, answer and go right back to asking what I was into sexually.

While I was interested in him and was really happy that someone could find me so attractive, it all seemed super sudden. Why would I want to meet up with someone I literally just started talking to online? How do I know you're not dangerous if you barely tell me about yourself?

I was still trying to give him the benefit of the doubt by day three (and he was doing better for most of the day) but he eventually fell back into the same line of questions. I went off on him for being too strong and stopped responding to his messages.

Now, I will say that I did used to act like him. However, the difference is that I was a teenager in college with raging hormones when I did so. This guy is supposedly close to my age (mid to late thirties) but acts like a child. By the end, I was treating it like a science experiment:

Scientist Trixie: Notice what happens when we introduce stimuli to the subject.

Horny Neanderthal: LADY PRETTY! ME WANT! ME DOM! WHAT YOUR KINKS! AHHHHH!

Scientist Trixie: Fascinating.

(End scene).

Hopefully, I can get better interactions from people going forward. I do at least appreciate that I'm getting some interest on this app. We'll see how long it lasts and what can come of it.

Who knows: maybe I'm just waiting for one of you to sweep me off my feet...if you can find me. 😉😘




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