That awkward moment when you’ve spent all week stressing about the fact that you are a straight girl who seems to have been asked out by a queer woman maybe on a date
that could also maybe just be a friendly thing but you feel like at some point you’ll have to clarify you don’t swing that way…
And the day before said date you find out that this person is actually a guy and not even adrogynous, let alone a lesbian, and why did you think he was a woman again?
But yes it was a date and yes you still have to figure out how to get out of it.
Not least because you can’t stop looking at this GUY and seeing a masculine middle aged woman.