The Universe is Trying to Test Me

As soon as I feel comfortable with where I'm at in terms of sexuality and labels, something comes along to test my limits once again. Sadly, the cute guy I've been flirting with/kinda sometimes dating for the past month is being weird and flaky, which I assume indicates either a profound ambivalence or complete disinterest. Honestly, I'm a little ambivalent about him myself, considering that he's probably not someone I can imagine being with for long periods of time. But I would have liked to have more sex with him. I fell like we could have had fun for a while before accepting that it's not meant to be. Our interests seemed to line up in some pretty exciting ways. Oh well.

But anyway, so as I've sort of but not quite given up on that, a new guy starts to flirt with me. Which is totally exciting, except that although he tells me he's trans right away, he also tells me that no one in his life except his family knows he's trans. He's completely in the closet. This is weird for me, because the one thing I am is out as queer. I'm not really interested in dating straight men, nor the identity politics inherent in lying to my friends to convince them that I'm dating a straight man. This somehow feels like it's more than I want to explain, although possibly the first transguy I was sleeping with was the biggest step in terms of labels and explanation. But really, the guy seems nice and able to carry on a decent conversation, which is rather rare and exciting in my dating history. I want to give him a chance. And I suppose it comes down to how I feel and whether I want to run away screeming or not when the time comes. One more step toward bisexual isn't really a bad thing.