After the movie I went to the “Olive Garden” for dinner. While sitting in the waiting area waiting for a table to come free, two of the hosts went out of their way to strike up conversations with me. It was pretty clear they were gay and that they knew I was a CD, so I thought the gesture was nice.
When they took me back to the table he asked “is this OK, or would you prefer the corner?”
It took me a moment to realize he was trying to give me the option of sitting in an out of the way place where I wouldn’t be noticed. I smiled and told him I wasn’t all that shy or picky and would take what ever table was available. The waitress was a doll and only hesitated a second when she figured out I was a guy. After that I was “dear”. As in “What would you like a drink dear?” and “is everything all right dear?”, etc, etc. I gave her a $15 tip on a $25 dinner to show her how much I appreciated it and to maybe smooth the way for the next TG that came in. Can you see them now?
“Hey that crossdresser tips pretty good – I want the next one that comes in!”
Well, I can hope that’s the way it will go down any way. . .
The next night I’m afraid to say did not go so well. I completely lost my confidence and have no idea
why. I think I looked fine, at least as good as any other night where I felt on top of the world. It started off OK, even funny. I went to the book store and while I was paying for them the lady asked if I had one of their member cards. I said yes, but not with me.
"That’s OK, I can look it up by your phone number if you like?” She said
“Sure”, says I, and I proceed to give her the phone number. Apparently our card is in my wife’s name because she looks it up and then asks “Are you Dawn?”
I replied out of habit and without thinking about it.
“Nah, that’s my wife!”
DOH! Talk about a Homer Simpson moment. We both laughed, I grabbed my books, and left. Next I went to Macy’s to do some shopping. I had been there maybe 5 minutes when for no reason at all my confidence just evaporated. POOF! One moment feeling pretty and confident, and the next feeling like a guy in a dress. I’ve long since realized that lack of confidence will destroy my ability to even think of passing and so I called it a night. I went back to the hotel and got cleaned up, went to dinner as Matt, and just made an absolute pig outta myself with Steak and Pasta.
OK, most girls go for the chocolate when depressed – I’ll take Steak and Pasta thank you very much!
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