We had friends from the other side of the bay (my former boss from another life, and his wife - we've known each other for 30 years) visit our place for lunch recently. It's fun to see them...and we had a great visit, as always.
As we sat around the table chatting, several times I noticed his wife staring down at my legs (and my long-nailed hand that was casually parked there). It was THAT obvious. I was wearing 3" inseam shorts, pantyhose, women's polo shirt, and ballerinas - a typical summer outfit with my long hair and nails, nothing I haven't worn around them previously.
In years past, I'd have blushed, and looked away, or tried to hide my legs. But I didn't do any of those, and I think she may have noticed me noticing her. Was I self-conscious or embarrassed at that point? No, not at all. It's the way I dress.
But it's the first time I've felt somewhat vulnerable...like I was seriously on display...and to another woman, no less. I wonder what their conversation was about, on their way home? (Or maybe, it's better that I don't know!)
We chatted a minute about girl stuff...but I had to go. I asked her if I could help her into the activity room with the other ladies. She thanked me, but declined...and gave me a 60 second rant about how she'd rather be around men ("or you"), since men don't pick other women apart like the girls do. "And you're not like those other girls, sweetie..." (So, maybe she really doesn't know my true gender...) Then she apologized for delaying me...
And tonight my wife and I went out for dinner...we were both received as "ladies." I loved it...she, not so much, but nothing was said! I'll end this with a peaceful waterfront sunset picture...taken tonight. I snapped lots of good ones like this! Living near the water is a lot of fun...good for many beautiful sunrises and sunsets.