And that’s what really matters, no ? I try my best to make abstraction of what others think of me. Sure, I’ll notice the stares and the glances. I would not say it’s normal, but it is sadly to be expected when you’re a transwoman over 6feet tall. Oh well, I let them. In my mind and in my eyes, I am adorable and beautiful, and that’s what really matters. I make my own fashion out of what I can find in thrift stores and yard sales. It makes it even more rewarding. Plus, I work in a government office, so I don’t really have to be that stylish anyway haha.
I lied earlier. There is one person for whom I would love to feel that I am pretty and adorable. OK sure, I have yet to find said person. It would be my future partner. The man of my dreams. A gentle and caring man who would treat me like a precious gem. Not by covering me in gift, but rather by love, compliments and companionship. Evidently, I would not be critical about how you look like, but more about how kind you are.
I’ve lived alone for quite some time now, and I’d love to change that. Not right away, we need to give this time. But I prefer to be upfront so you know what I kind of relationship I am aiming for. A cozy and comfortable one. I have my own house in a suburb south of Detroit here in Taylor, Michigan. Because of my job, I can’t move elsewhere, so I need to find man in the area. That said, I’d love to move somewhere warmer when I retire. I am 48 so I still have a ways to go. Sadly. But finding love would make it easier.
– Andrea
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