...and as a follow-up to my recent thread on the same topic, where I was looking for input on what I saw as a possible link between that, and the types of wives who are already controlling by nature.
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to spend the entire day as "Leslie". My original plan had actually been to attend the "Fall into Fashion with Nygard" fashion event hosted by that chain along with a well-known local stylist that I had previously mentioned in another post, but that was cancelled at the last minute due to a lack of interest (I had actually been the only one to respond and buy a ticket!). But for me to feel fully comfortable being en femme and immersed in a sea of GG's (or so I thought!), I had also arranged for my make up artist Kelly to do a professional makeover on me so that I would look my best and increase my chances of "passing".
With the event now having been cancelled, I had all this extra free time at my disposal, and in all fairness, didn't want to cancel out on Kelly and have my problem become her problem in terms of a lost revenue-generating opportunity for her. So, I decided to keep my appointment all the same, and just settle for looking awesome for an extended day of shopping, going to restaurants etc., and generally being out in public.
Well, to get to my point - I was a bit late for my appointment, and Kelly was already out on her front porch getting some fresh air while waiting for me. As she saw me approach her walkway, she shouted out a loud and friendly "Hi Leslie!" and as usual, gave me a great big hug. And all of this was out in the open, with no care as to what neighbours might be out and about, and more importantly - no worries about what they might think. We then went inside, I settled into her upstairs studio, we discussed what kind of look I was seeking that day, and and she got down to work.
We spent the next 1 1/4 hours chatting as usual about this, that, and the other just like a couple of girlfriends, and during that time, I was luxuriating in all that pampering that she bestows on me during these make up sessions. When it was over, we had our usual hug-filled good-byes, I paid her for her services (she always gives me a special deal as I am now one of her regular repeat customers), and I walked away happy and full of confidence as she always does such a great make up job on me.
Long story short, I spent the rest of the day shopping at both a Jones New York fashion outlet as well as Toronto's Yorkdale Mall, a mega-mall which is undergoing major renovations to become even more of a "go-to" place for fashionistas.
The Jones New York visit was a follow up to a shopping trip my wife and I had taken there a few weeks ago to buy her a number of things to replenish her wardrobe. I was in drab, and of course, I had to play the part of the stereotypically bored and pained better half while she was scouring the racks - all the while salivating inside at some of the fashions I spotted there that I knew would look good on my femme alter ego. So, a follow up visit by "Leslie" to shop her herself was definitely in the cards, and yesterday was my opportunity.
As for the Yorkdale renovations, they are also driven by the fact that some of the major U.S. retailers who aren't already active in Canada are now starting to head North for new business opportunities as the U.S. economy continues to be sluggish. Rumour even has it that Nordstrom's is going to establish itself here in the near future, and I can't wait to explore their famous clearance shoe racks that you U.S. gals keep raving about. But I digress...
Anyway, I spent the day trying on women's clothes and shoes, picked up a new dress and top, bought some make up, and capped off the evening with a meal in a nice restaurant. All day long, I was fussed over by attentive SA's and cashiers, encountered tons of smiles, was called "Ma'am" or "the lady" more times than I can count, and even got a few compliments on both my choices and what I was wearing. To say that I was in Heaven would be an understatement.
But then reality hit...
My wife knew that I was going out as "Leslie" (I no longer make any bones about that, her disapproval notwithstanding) and she made it very clear that she was unhappy about it. She also tried to pick a fight with me on numerous occasions the preceding evening with lots of guilt and manipulation thrown in for good measure to try to put me in a bad mood and make sure that I wouldn't enjoy my day out, but I just let it roll off my back like water off a duck's @ss.
And for the record, it's not that I don't understand her ambivalence about all this, and I am already doing the best I can to address my needs in this area while still respecting hers - it's the controlling an manipulative tactics that she uses to try to keep me on a short leash as opposed to being more amenable to compromise that really get my back up.
And so it was last night. I came home to a dark house, she was already in bed, and this morning, only a few short, curt words were exchanged before she went off to work. I can't wait to get my usual earful when she gets home tonight...
So my point is - I appear to live in two different worlds. "Leslie" is a "persona non grata" at home, my wife and I have a DADT relationship which has its ups and downs (more downs than ups lately), and there seems to be a continuing, underlying tension in our household over this, no matter how much I bend over backwards to accommodate her needs just to keep things in balance.
The other world is the one that "Leslie" inhabits, where she is universally liked and appreciated, treated with dignity and respect, and where people are intrigued by her and enjoy her company, rather than being put off by her.
It's truly a schizophrenic situation, and I can't help but wonder if there will ever come a point where the twain shall meet?
Then again, maybe the "twain" has already left the station...