Which posters did you initially believe were the opposite sex than they actually are?
I’ll start with two: I mistakenly thought jeyen was a guy, and I have no reason why. I also mistakenly thought FireUnderpantsBoobs was a guy because fire, underpants and boobs seemed like three things that might run through a guy’s mind – well, Beavis, anyway – pretty frequently.
Um, I just assumed that you were a guy, 'cos Snoopy the peanuts character was. Then I checked your profile - “The Sound of Music” - you’re female, yesno?
Last time I checked, Snooooopy was male. Of course it’s been a few days, things might have changed since then.
I wrote my profile as a jokey tribute to the cliched garbage that Playboy Playmates always seem to write as their turn-ons and turn-offs. But I am male.
I used to be mistaken a lot, hasn’t happened in a while. (I’m female)
I’ve been mistaken for a guy, mostly when I mention I’m a painting contractor, or used to drive semis. :rolleyes: I modified my profile to admonish those making assumptions based on stereotyes.
If I’m not sure, & it’s relevant, I check the profile.
While Carina42 isn’t a male (that’s for darn sure), she’s not simply female. From what I hear, she’s a SEX GODDESS.
I am!?
Cool. My boyfriend thinks so too.
My name is the product of a little boy’s imagination…a six-year-old boy, actually. I don’t blame you, Snooooopy; I probably would have though I was a guy too. 
I’ve been mistaken for a girl before–in -real life-! 
Other than that–I’ve only been mistaken online a couple of times. Mostly because my name is androgynous.
-Ashley
Um, Snooooopy, slackergirl, sorry!! :o
Hee hee hee.
I have never been mistaken for a female IRL but due to an androgynous username that I take everywhere I have been hit on by quite a few guys.
Messing with people’s heads can be a lot of fun. I went to baiting.com the other day and laughed my head off reading what kind off mind f***s they had perpertrated on perps.
Years ago, I was in a family-oriented production of Peter Pan. (For longtime Seattleites, this was at Intiman.) It was an annual holiday show; parents would bring their kids every year. I played one of the pirates.
At one point, a group of pirates would march out into the audience and improvise a scene. (This was to cover a long, complex scene change.) The basis of the scene was this: We pirates would mosey up the aisle, singing a pirate song. Another pirate intercepted us and said, “One of the brats has escaped!” (That is, one of the Lost Boys that had been captured in the previous scene.)
“Oh no!” we all Arrr’d. “We’d better find a replacement!”
One of the pirates would dash down the aisle and grab a woman by the shoulder. “What about this one?”
My big line in the scene: “That’s not a brat! That’s a wench!”
Big audience laugh.
Then the pirates would fan out, individually confronting kids and playfully asking them if they wanted to take a pirate voyage. “You can swab the decks,” we’d Arrr at them, “and mend the sails and polish the brass and stack the cannonballs and cook the meals…”
More big laughs.
Then, finally, we’d find the missing Lost Boy hiding in the audience, chase him around, catch him, and march up on stage to the now-done-being-changed pirate ship set.
One night, we all went out to do the scene. “Yo ho, yo ho, the pirate’s life,” we sang.
Enter anxious pirate: “One of the brats has escaped!”
“Oh no,” we chorus, “we need a replacement!”
A pirate skips down the aisle towards a woman with long, lustrous blonde hair. “Hey,” he said, putting his hand on the woman’s shoulder. “What about uhhrrrRRR!”
…As the woman turns her head to look up at him and reveals her mustache, beard, and non-female face. D’ohh! Not a woman at all.
In the split-second before I would be forced to come up with a hopefully funny ad-lib to cover the mistake (obviously I couldn’t say “wench”), the pirate dropped down one row very quickly and picked somebody else. Thank God, because I have no idea what I would have said.
Yeah, I know, this doesn’t have anything to do with the OP, but I haven’t been embarrassed by any gender assumptions on this board, and this is the story that first popped to mind when I read the subject line, and it’s funny, so what the hell.
Psst! I’m female.
sigh I have been mistaken for a female twice. Yep, two occasions, years appart.
The first was when I was with my parents in a restaurant. I had just grown my hair pretty long. I have very thick, great hair (or that’s what my barber & numerous females have told me). A man in the table behind us was talking with my mom and he said to his daughter, “You see that girl’s hair? Isn’t that nice; why don’t you grow your hair like that?” Well, I turned around, the man apologized profusely, and my parents couldn’t stop giggling for the rest of the night. I was not pleased (I had the start of a beard at that point).
The second time was a couple of weeks ago. I’ve again groan my hair long again and it’s bleached blond. I went to a restaurant with a female friend of mine. Shortly after sitting down, waitress came over. She came up behind me and said, “Hello ladies…err…I mean lady and sir…” and proceeded to apologize profusely. Though now, I have no shame and don’t get embarassed. So I said, “Oh, don’t worry about it; it happens all the time.” She asked if it really did and I said, “No, just wanted to make you feel better.”
IRL, yea, I have been mistaken by a boy…more precisely, by a classmate who has his hair as long as mine, and also more or less of the same color, so when people come from behind, they sometimes act as if I were him (example: they greet me like they would greet a guy, handshakes, no kissing in the cheek like they greet gals). In the internet, well due to my username, people think I am a guy, who also speaks German.
In reality, I am a gal that just used about half her knowledge of the German language in her username
When I had boy-cropped hair I used to be mistaken for a guy. I started wearing t-shirts as tight as possible so as to accentuate the feminine (ahem) and that solved that problem but also made people think I was a slut. I couldn’t win. Now I have shoulder-length hair and wear tight-but-not-too-much-so shirts so it’s ok.
Once before I solved the problem I was at McDonalds with my best friend (who’s also got short hair and at the time it was VERY short and spiked), and we were both hanging out by the doors wearing our father’s work jackets and generally looking like hoodlums, although we had on a lot of makeup. An old man toddled up and we held the door for him and he thanked us for being such polite young men.
I’ve never been mistaken for female online (note my username), although I have been in real life. When I was 18-19 years old, I stood 5’10" and 130lbs with blond hair past my shoulders. It’s why I originally grew a goatee.