Post #1961127

@aizuchi before I met my nonbinary husband, I dated a few men and I treated all of them like they might be murderers. I managed to dodge a few bullets acting like that. Always meet in public. Preferably day time. Told my friends where I was and when to expect me back and to call me if I was late even by a minute. I always keep a knife or some kind of defensive device on me at all times. Even when I'm "not allowed to" (the law takes a backseat to my life and safety). I watched very closely how much they were drinking when we had alcoholic drinks (almost all were very obviously trying to drink less than me and would constantly ask if I wanted more even if mine was half full still). If they get up to use the bathroom a lot, like more than expected, run. I kept my personal life vague till I thought they weren't gonna SA me. One dude even tried to convince me to quit school and join a commune with him on the first date (after lying to me about his height. Which I genuinely don't care about a guy's height, I care if they lie). I called it off then and there. He threw a tantrum and called me a whore. Almost all of them tried to use me like a bucket list when they found out I'm trans. Huge red flag and I ghosted them. Basically, a man has to prove to me first that he's safe to be around before I even consider talking to them longer than 5 seconds let alone date one.