Heh. Fun fact: Decades ago, I once gave my phone number to what turned out to be a tranny that I met in a bar. We went to the same HS back in the 70s but I didn't remember "her". The reason I didn't remember "her" was because in HS, she was a "he". After "she" left the bar, the bartender came over to me and said "Dave, you know that's a he/she?" I can tell you right now, I threw up in my mouth a little and I know my face turned pure white.
I unplugged my phone and kept the blinds shut for a week.