Today I'm going to do something I've never really done before. To some of you, this may seem like no big deal, but to me it is. You see, I've never taken Marla out anywhere while my wife is in town. When on the odd occasion she vacations without me, I've taken full advantage of the situation. But even though she works on Saturdays, I've kept it all in house.
Well, that changes today. At least for today. I was invited to lunch at the home of one of the aquaintances I met at last week's TG New Mexico meetings. And I accepted, and I'm going en femme. There is a part of me that feels like I'm violating the unspoken agreement I've struck with my wife. On the other hand, since our arrangement is unspoken, the rules really aren't really written down anywhere. So in a sense, everything's fair game as long as I don't expose my feminine adventures to her.
To be sure, I'm a little nervous. What if I get into an accident, or get a flat tire? What if something goes wrong, and I'm left in a vulnerable position that will bring this all out in front of my wife? Or anyone else for that matter? What if?
Well, it's doubtful that anything will go wrong, but I can't help but worry a little. I'll probably enjoy myself a whole lot, with terrific company and an exhilarating little outing, a harmless excusion and nothing more. And I'll be wanting to get home at least two full hours before she comes home so that I can get myself back to husband-mode. And geez, these nails are a bitch to remove.
But I still feel a little odd about it, and it's definitely stretching my comfort zone. Heavy sigh.