Persephone
10-23-2015, 02:01 AM
Hi!
This was not the first time I've had a guy hit on me, but this one was particularly rather comic and rather surreal.
My spouse and I were out running errands. I was, of course, en femme in capris and a kind of female red t-shirt. I was wearing lipstick and my hair was loose.
As we were driving we were discussing an idea that I'd just come up with - that there was perhaps an "ultimate" way to tell if you were passing. That if somehow while en femme anther TG felt that you had slighted her and she said that the slight was because she was transgendered.
Since she was in effect accusing you of being an intolerant ciswoman you would have passed. Purely a philosphical conversation.
While we were discussing this I spotted a rather unusual sign that attracted my attention. I sometimes post unusual signs on another site so I pulled around the corner into a parking lot so that I could photograph it.
I got out of the car, noticed another odd sign on the other side of the same building, took a picture of that sign, and was walking across the parking lot towards the sign that had originally caught my eye when I evidently didn't notice a car that was coming around the corner. A man who was apparently walking a bit behind me suddenly said, "Watch out!"
Thanks to his shout I stopped and the car went in front of me, a complete violation of California law and convention as the pedestrian has the right of way.
I turned to him, smiled, and said, "Thank you!"
I started to continue on my way. He came up next to me and said, "Maybe I saved you because I like you."
I smiled and said, "Thank you, but I'm really not interested."
He continued to walk alongside of me and asked, "Are you married?"
Figuring it would stop him, I somewhat forcefully said "Yes, I am," and raised my left hand, showing my engagement and wedding rings.
In his best sultry voice with his best sultry glance, he said, "Well, I'm single. And I live right down the street."
Once again I politely explained that I wasn't interested and stopped to take the picture of the sign.
"Are you the owner of the building?" he inquired since he had apparently watched me now photograph two sides of the building.
"No," I said, "I just was interested in these two signs."
I guess he finally got the message, he said "Good bye," and I headed back to my car.
When I got in the car I told my spouse what had happened.
"I think you just found a better ultimate passing test," she said with a smile.
Hugs,
Persephone.
This was not the first time I've had a guy hit on me, but this one was particularly rather comic and rather surreal.
My spouse and I were out running errands. I was, of course, en femme in capris and a kind of female red t-shirt. I was wearing lipstick and my hair was loose.
As we were driving we were discussing an idea that I'd just come up with - that there was perhaps an "ultimate" way to tell if you were passing. That if somehow while en femme anther TG felt that you had slighted her and she said that the slight was because she was transgendered.
Since she was in effect accusing you of being an intolerant ciswoman you would have passed. Purely a philosphical conversation.
While we were discussing this I spotted a rather unusual sign that attracted my attention. I sometimes post unusual signs on another site so I pulled around the corner into a parking lot so that I could photograph it.
I got out of the car, noticed another odd sign on the other side of the same building, took a picture of that sign, and was walking across the parking lot towards the sign that had originally caught my eye when I evidently didn't notice a car that was coming around the corner. A man who was apparently walking a bit behind me suddenly said, "Watch out!"
Thanks to his shout I stopped and the car went in front of me, a complete violation of California law and convention as the pedestrian has the right of way.
I turned to him, smiled, and said, "Thank you!"
I started to continue on my way. He came up next to me and said, "Maybe I saved you because I like you."
I smiled and said, "Thank you, but I'm really not interested."
He continued to walk alongside of me and asked, "Are you married?"
Figuring it would stop him, I somewhat forcefully said "Yes, I am," and raised my left hand, showing my engagement and wedding rings.
In his best sultry voice with his best sultry glance, he said, "Well, I'm single. And I live right down the street."
Once again I politely explained that I wasn't interested and stopped to take the picture of the sign.
"Are you the owner of the building?" he inquired since he had apparently watched me now photograph two sides of the building.
"No," I said, "I just was interested in these two signs."
I guess he finally got the message, he said "Good bye," and I headed back to my car.
When I got in the car I told my spouse what had happened.
"I think you just found a better ultimate passing test," she said with a smile.
Hugs,
Persephone.