Xenia
09-17-2010, 11:51 PM
So my wife and I recently moved from Baltimore to the scenic (and far less metropolitan) Hudson Valley in upstate New York for my new job. One night last week, we decided to head out to our new favorite Mexican restaurant for dinner, and I decided to go with a look I've been favoring recently for evenings out: regular guy mode, but with fairly dramatic eye makeup*.
No sooner had we made it to our table than I heard someone calling my name from the bar area.....sure enough, three of my new (male) coworkers were out celebrating a birthday. Of course, I couldn't be rude, so I went over and chatted with them for several minutes, introduced my wife, etc. Even though they'd all had a couple of drinks, there was no chance at all they didn't notice my slightly different look--as I said, I tend to go for a bold look, not just a little trace of "guyliner"**--but none of them mentioned it. After our exchange of pleasantries, my wife and I went back to out table and had a nice dinner***, with a little bit of nervous conversation about what kind of gossip would be flying around the next day.
As it turns out, I needn't have worried: a couple of days later, one of the guys asked if we'd like to join the group at their outing to one of the local nightclubs this weekend.....so I guess they've decided I'm pleasingly eccentric rather than some freaky weirdo. Maybe I wasn't giving these small-town folks enough credit. :)
* It's sort of a happy medium position right now, since I'm nowhere close to venturing out en femme, but I think I'm starting to get halfway decent with the makeup and it seems a shame not to let anyone else see my handiwork.
** Am I the only one who hates that stupid term?
*** The pollo azteca was delicious.
No sooner had we made it to our table than I heard someone calling my name from the bar area.....sure enough, three of my new (male) coworkers were out celebrating a birthday. Of course, I couldn't be rude, so I went over and chatted with them for several minutes, introduced my wife, etc. Even though they'd all had a couple of drinks, there was no chance at all they didn't notice my slightly different look--as I said, I tend to go for a bold look, not just a little trace of "guyliner"**--but none of them mentioned it. After our exchange of pleasantries, my wife and I went back to out table and had a nice dinner***, with a little bit of nervous conversation about what kind of gossip would be flying around the next day.
As it turns out, I needn't have worried: a couple of days later, one of the guys asked if we'd like to join the group at their outing to one of the local nightclubs this weekend.....so I guess they've decided I'm pleasingly eccentric rather than some freaky weirdo. Maybe I wasn't giving these small-town folks enough credit. :)
* It's sort of a happy medium position right now, since I'm nowhere close to venturing out en femme, but I think I'm starting to get halfway decent with the makeup and it seems a shame not to let anyone else see my handiwork.
** Am I the only one who hates that stupid term?
*** The pollo azteca was delicious.