In my last post (seen here), I talked about going to my bank to get some "Shopping Funds" for my outing, and our interactions. Basically, they seem to think that I'm a relatively normal guy who just happens to wear fantastically pretty clothes. To that, I plead guilty!
I went in today in guy mode, and my favorite teller took care of me. I complimented her on her hair (and her very pretty eyelash extensions!) and her nails. She told me that she was taking tomorrow off to, as she put it, "Get my hair did" with a smile. I asked her what she was going to do with it. She said, "I think it's too curly. I'm going to go with a different color, and straighten it out. I would love for it to look like yours - your girl hair, that is - color, style, everything. All us girls here loooove your hair! It's so pretty, and doesn't even look like a wig." I thanked her and said that I loved long hair, but then again, what guy doesn't?
She then asked me if I found any cute boots during my last trip. I told her that "The Boot Fairy" didn't come through, and there were no cute ones to be found in my travels, but I did find a really pretty coat, and told her about it.
Another teller joined in, and told us that a few local stores that banked there were having some sales - Forever 21, TJ Maxx, etc. - and showed us what she bought. She did a twirl to show us the pretty blue ruffled top ($7.50!), and kind of stuck her hind end towards us and wiggled to show off the pants. I said I liked the top and thought the pants were really cute (I told them I loved charcoal gray, but needed to get out of the "dark colors" rut I've been in for the past few years). She then said that she also bought some cute shoes, but they weren't as cute (or as high) as the ones I usually wore. That started a bunch of jealous grumbling on how much they loved my cute shoes, and how well I walked in them. Then my favorite teller started laughing. I asked her what was so funny. She said, "Remember the guy in our group last week, when you were talking about how women understood why you dress up - we do, by the way. We think it's totally awesome - anyway, he's our customer-service manager. As you were walking out the door, we were all watching you walk - him, especially. He said he totally couldn't believe that you were a guy, and said that if he had seen you walking on the street, with your pretty hair, and your shape, and your "nightclub walk" that he would, and I quote, ". . . totally hit that!" He continued, saying "Her walk, his walk - whatever - I have never seen a guy move like that." They laughed, saying that I had a new fan, and asked if guys ever hit on me. I said, "Sure! every time I walk by The School for the Blind." They laughed and told me that I was prettier than I gave myself credit for.
The head teller said that she had danced "a few lifetimes ago" wondered if I had ever taken lessons, and said that I just moved so gracefully and feminine. The girls agreed, and asked how in the heck I did that. I said, "You know, I was putting a little extra wiggle in my walk, just to "show off" a little, right?" They said they knew, but still wanted me to show them how to walk that way. So, in the middle of the bank, I gave them a few pointers on how I walk in heels. I told them it was pretty simple, and gave them the normal, "stomach in ("Oh, that's easy for you to do, you skinny twit!" they said), shoulders back, feet landing on an imaginary line, gentle arm swing, etc." spew. I also stole a few lines from Caddyshack, "Stop thinking...let things happen...and be...the girl. Be the girl . . . feel the girl . . . be the girl!
"It was hilarious to see them walking back and forth behind the counter, cheering each other on. I told them they were so good, they didn't need any help, and should be giving me pointers. I said I had to get back to work to a chorus of "awwwww" and my favorite teller told me to come in more often, as I always was so nice, and gave them something to talk about. They said they wished all of their customers were like me. I said, "dress-wearing doofuses?" They said no, that they wished all of their customers were friendly and fun, although now that they thought about it, they could think of a few guys who would also look cute all dressed up and pretty - not as cute as me, of course. "Nice save!" I told them, and went back to work.
Ladies, this is yet another example of how easy it is out there. They don't see me as an abnormal freak. They see me as a nice person, who happens to be a little extra interesting. Get out there and have fun. And remember, . . .
Stop thinking...let things happen...and be...the girl. Be the girl . . . feel the girl . . . be the girl!
Kathi
Originally Posted by Tamara Croft
. Posts like these keep me positive and hopeful that our society is changing. -- Jen
