... in the world.
My plan this weekend was to go out. I don't know why, it was a struggle to justify. This morning, I got up, dressed a bit, saw how I cannot pass. I then took a bubble bath and shaved my legs. That gave me the courage to go out.
So dressed I became. As I backed out of the garage, the door closing, damn, there was the neighbors son! What he saw, I don't know, but I quickly went into forward, opened the garage door, and went back. At this point I thought I NEED to go, so I put on a floppy hat (similar to my blonde wig) and went out again. He was there, but I just ignored and went on.
Now I'm driving. I'm seen. No second looks. OK. So far so good. I'm still alive. I made my way to the "remote" gas station, and of course it was packed. Suck it up baby. So in I went, stopped, hopped out, gassed up. No problem. Seen but no reaction. Again, I'm still alive.
So I drive to Morgan Hill to find a convenience store. I find one. I get out. Instantly a couple pull up and I think I can't go in now. Then I notice a young Hispanic guy looking at me from across the lot. He starts walking my way. Shit. Get in the car. Watch. Here he comes. Damn, he's coming to talk to me. Knock knock, do you want to by some burritos? Smile, no thanks, smile back and off he goes. Hey, I'm still alive. Time to go in. In I go and get a drink. He has no reaction, just have a good day. So I did.
The rest of the time was driving around, stop at a park, and eventually I came home. Not to bad for a first time out I think. I really wanted to stop at a salon to get my nails painted, but chickenitis had set in. It's already hard enough to walk into a salon enmale and have umpteen sets of females stop, turn around, stare and ask can I help you.
It was actually quite amazing. I felt quite calm during all of this. This might be the end of my vanilla life. Where this takes me, I don't know.
Joanna