Pulled it out of my, . . . ummm, thin air
A few weeks ago, I was in San Francisco for Macworld. I got totally dressed up and went to Diva's - a fun little drag bar. The bartender found out it was my first time dressed up and out and about, and said "What's your name, hon?" I gave her my guy name. She shook her head and asked again, "What's your name, hon?" Thinking she hadn't heard me the first time, I gave her my name again. She fixed me with a stare, and emphasizing every word, asked me again, "What's your name, hon?"
Suddenly, the light dawned (yeah, I know. I'm slow, but I'm a guy - it's expected). I said "Kathi." She smiled, and said "Welcome, Kathi." And that's where my first name came from - desperation. Why did I say Kathi? I'm not sure. Kathi was the name of my first kiss. She wore what is now my favorite perfume (Oscar De La Renta). Who knows, maybe I associate femininity with her. As for the last name? Ummmmm, it sounded good?
Oh yeah, learn from my mistake. If you go into a drag bar dressed as a woman, don't use the men's room like I did. I got some weird looks from the men in there as I left the stall, washed, touched up my gloss and fluffed my hair. One of the guys came up to me later and told me of my faux pas. Sigh. So much to learn! :battingeyelashes:
Kathi