I am working on a project at home today with my best guy friend. We'll call him Nolan. We're working on cleaning up and packing some stuff, potentially dusty work, so I'm dressed down -- I'm in drab, guy's pants and a guy's polo shirt.
We're in my living room, discussing some items with my spouse when the doorbell rings.
Here in urban Southern California most people don't just show up at your door, they generally call first. I usually answer the door regardless of how I'm dressed because it is not likely to be a friend, more likely to be a delivery person, a real estate agent, or a missionary of one sort or another.
But as I head for the door my psychic sense kicks in and I suddenly say "Take the door" to my spouse as I head off into the master suite.
I hear her effusively greet someone, so it's got to be a surprise visit from a friend.
What to do? I text my best friend in the other room, "Who is it?"
He texts back, "Delores"
Yipes! It is one of my best GG friends, one who only sees me en femme!
I'm starting to text him back when he knocks at the door to the master suite and comes in.
"Looks like she's staying for a while, you probably want to send Barbara out."
Yeah, great, I haven't shaved since yesterday! Fortunately, I've fried off most of my facial hair and what's left is mostly slow growing gray. Still, after not shaving for a day I feel stubble.
"Can you see any facial hair?" I frantically ask him.
He peers closely at my face. "Hard to tell," he says, "The light isn't good here."
We move over to the windows. "It's fine," he says, "Not noticeable."
"Thanks!" I say over my shoulder as he goes back into the other room and I grab some panties from my closet and run into my bathroom where I have some clothes from last night.
I quickly toss on panties and bra and change into capris and a top. I change wedding rings, add my engagement ring, apply some lipstick, remove my ponytail holder and comb out my hair.
I slip on some white sandals as I head out the door.
"Hi Delores!"
She and my spouse and I sit and talk as Nolan goes into the other room to chat with our cousin who is currently staying at our home.
It turns out that she was in our neighborhood having lunch with another friend and had decided to drop by to show us how well the new shoes she had bought when we went shopping together earlier in the week went with her outfit.
We chatted for about half an hour and she took her leave.
Nolan came back in the room. I smiled at him and said, "Shall I see if David has finished his nap?"
"That would be a good idea," he said with a grin.
I headed into the master suite, cleaned off my lipstick, changed jewelry and clothes, put my hair back up, and headed back to work.
Later I asked my spouse how I'd looked.
"Fine," she said, "As a matter of fact, your hair looked really good!"
And that's what happened!
Hugs,
Persephone.
Originally Posted by Persephone
.... just wondering................................Debra
