They werent black BTW - they were nude ones -but you get the idea.
This is another story..... It was a tuesday morning in February and I was a-recovering from an illness so I was minding my own business. In other words I was just mooching around feeling sorry for myself - not even properly dressed girly either - t-shirt and lycra yoga pants - with my ubiquitous 8 den sheers. (I told you I adored my nylons - I can and do wear them with everything.)
Knock at the door....b****cks.
I had already got some things out wondering if I was going to indulge in a decent skirt and heels that day and I had some new things draped over the chairs in the living room.
(If you already have the nylons on why not?)
I hurridly pulled the yoga pants over my tights and scurried to the front door.
Two very dear ladies were at the door asking me have I heard of the scriptures?
(I'm Peering from behind the door trying to keep bottom half out of view)
'Love - I'm not sure they are keen on me..'
'Why ever not?' ( Her: late 40's, smart Jaeger skirt suit, pearls, black tights but very sensible shoes)
'I am a little alternative...' I said and moved the door back a tad...and at that they looked me up and down (why not....this might scare them away!)
Probable inner dialogue: Black Nike kickflare lycra yoga pants like I have for pilates, similar colour stretchy top.... He isnt in socks. He's in sheer tights with sandal toes, just like I wear with my things to the office...
She makes eye contact again.
'Oh...Oh...are you gay?'
'No - you might think it but not.'
'Oh I see - do you cross-dress then?' innocent smiles.
'Err yes - rather'. A lot. Sometimes. Erm. Almost everyday....'
'Oh. The scriptures are quite clear about these things though.... man shalt not divest himself..she tailed off...do you want to stop?
'I really think I am beyond redemption - I love it...adore skirts, heels etc.'
'Do you not want any help at all?'
I thought a moment. By this time she had pretty much shoed her way into my hall.
'Seriously?' I said...(slight giggle to myself)
Erm.....only help I need today is deciding which of these I'm going to wear today (indicating the two sweater dresses and pair of long black boots sat in my living room and pair of shiny new heels waiting to be worn in the middle of the room...) , and should I do boots or thick tights? I said as plainly as possible..as if I were a friend of hers dithering over which coat to put on.
She smiled at me and said:
'They're very nice but I'm not sure you really want our help!'
They fled into the drizzle.
This is another story..... It was a tuesday morning in February and I was a-recovering from an illness so I was minding my own business. In other words I was just mooching around feeling sorry for myself - not even properly dressed girly either - t-shirt and lycra yoga pants - with my ubiquitous 8 den sheers. (I told you I adored my nylons - I can and do wear them with everything.)
Knock at the door....b****cks.
I had already got some things out wondering if I was going to indulge in a decent skirt and heels that day and I had some new things draped over the chairs in the living room.
(If you already have the nylons on why not?)
I hurridly pulled the yoga pants over my tights and scurried to the front door.
Two very dear ladies were at the door asking me have I heard of the scriptures?
(I'm Peering from behind the door trying to keep bottom half out of view)
'Love - I'm not sure they are keen on me..'
'Why ever not?' ( Her: late 40's, smart Jaeger skirt suit, pearls, black tights but very sensible shoes)
'I am a little alternative...' I said and moved the door back a tad...and at that they looked me up and down (why not....this might scare them away!)
Probable inner dialogue: Black Nike kickflare lycra yoga pants like I have for pilates, similar colour stretchy top.... He isnt in socks. He's in sheer tights with sandal toes, just like I wear with my things to the office...
She makes eye contact again.
'Oh...Oh...are you gay?'
'No - you might think it but not.'
'Oh I see - do you cross-dress then?' innocent smiles.
'Err yes - rather'. A lot. Sometimes. Erm. Almost everyday....'
'Oh. The scriptures are quite clear about these things though.... man shalt not divest himself..she tailed off...do you want to stop?
'I really think I am beyond redemption - I love it...adore skirts, heels etc.'
'Do you not want any help at all?'
I thought a moment. By this time she had pretty much shoed her way into my hall.
'Seriously?' I said...(slight giggle to myself)
Erm.....only help I need today is deciding which of these I'm going to wear today (indicating the two sweater dresses and pair of long black boots sat in my living room and pair of shiny new heels waiting to be worn in the middle of the room...) , and should I do boots or thick tights? I said as plainly as possible..as if I were a friend of hers dithering over which coat to put on.
She smiled at me and said:
'They're very nice but I'm not sure you really want our help!'
They fled into the drizzle.
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