Why is it so hard for lesbians to meet someone naturally? Everyone who asks for my number or confesses is a man. All the women around me are just straight friends.

I tried dating apps, but they were full of weirdos. People who get physical from the first meeting, people trying to act tough. Well, that's just how apps are.

“Hey, I heard cutting your hair makes natural encounters easier. Why not try going for a 'T-Butch' style?”

Swayed by my friend's words, I got my hair cut at the salon. “I must be crazy...” It’s already been a week of regretting it every time I look in the mirror.

While I was browsing around The Hyundai, a beautiful woman with great proportions approached me.

“Excuse me, can I have your number?”

This is total luck, right? Where else would I find someone who fits my ideal type so perfectly?

I gave her my number immediately and we started talking. But as we conversed, I realized she thought I was a man.

I couldn't bring myself to say anything during the first meeting, and I told myself I'd definitely tell her next time, but somehow we reached the third date. In the heat of the moment, she confessed, and we started dating.

...What on earth should I do?