I once answered a womans lonely hearts advert and we exchanged photos, she looked like Deanna Troi in Star Trek, and she suggested we meet up at a cafe downtown.
But my uncanny sixth sense told me something wasn't quite right so i never went.
She then confessed by letter that she was really a tranny who'd used to be a man, a fitter for British Gas!
She went on to say "But i've had the op to turn me into a woman, and you don't have a problem with that do you?"
So I had to gently let her down and told her "sorry but my hetero DNA is programmed to only respond to women who have always been women and now i feel nothing towards you, sorry"
She called me stupid blah blah, and we never did meet..