Yesterday (Thursday) my new glasses came in, so today I ventured "across the bridge" to pick them up, as well as run several other errands.
After my shower, I did my makeup using MAC, not the drugstore stuff. It was hot outside and I didn't want my makeup to melt off and let my beard shadow show thru. And from the picture below, you can see that it works well.
I put on a pair of capris and polo, threw on a pair of pantyhose to cover my peeling legs (from a sunburn over a week ago) and stepped into my sandals, I felt a bit self-conscious about wearing pantyhose with them in hot weather - though it ended up being a complete non-issue. (If you recall - closed shoes are off-limits for me till fall. See my blog "Sandals!" for details.) I brought along my jewelry, blouse and skirt, so I could change in the car on the way, and spend my shopping day en femme.
It was the first day in a long time that the wind didn't destroy my hair...YAY!
Without recounting each individual stop in detail, suffice it to say that the only place I went where I was previously known as "Sir" didn't have anyone on duty who knew me. So for the entire day, either there were no gender-related greetings/pronouns (one place), or I was accepted as female (everywhere else.) I used a single stall women's room at lunch, and had no other need for a potty till I got home...about 6 hours after I left.
In this relatively "close-up"you can see that after almost 5 hours, my makeup is still doing its job...
But I noticed that the heat caused me to need to powder my face and refresh my lipstick about every hour... A couple of those refreshes were done while waiting at stoplights, like I've noticed women have done for many years. "Back in the day," before I started wearing makeup and skirts myself, I noticed that women attending to makeup in the car typically attracts male eyes - I was even guilty back then.
And today, males still watch females refresh their makeup - things haven't changed much. So, are they real "men's men," macho type-A personalities, enjoying gawking at a woman when she's totally powerless to stop them? Or perhaps, "one of us" in drab, wishing it could be them applying their makeup?
As for the men who watched me today, I'll never know - and I really don't care. They can have their fun "from afar." But, I'm beginning to run more of my errands "across the bridge" in a skirt, blouse and makeup nowadays. And that proves "beyond a shadow of a doubt" that I was one of "wish it were me" group, even though I didn't realize it at the time!
Ready to go into a big-box store to buy a new printer...
At the "big box store", I was fully accepted as a female shopper from the moment I stepped through the door, till I left...and they even asked someone to carry the printer box out to my car for me. Then a gentleman entering the store as we left, held the door for both of us. That was a real treat!
When I picked up my glasses, there was no question that I was treated as a female - their call to tell me they were ready was made to "Ms. (insert name here) and the greeter addressed me as female. The tech who tried them on me was "with the program" too!
Don't you love it when a plan comes together?