It was bound to happen. My spouse and I were in the bookstore. I was en drab, beige Dockers and an orange polo shirt.
Suddenly, the manager of the women's exercise center that we belong to spotted us, came over, said "Hi!" and started a conversation with us!
Big problem! She is definitely not supposed to know I have a drab side! Busted!
She asked my opinion about whether that particular location might be closing. We chatted about it for a while and then we went our separate ways. No indication she was startled or that she was aware I was a guy.
My spouse and my friend both think that after two years of seeing only Persephone that she never really saw "him," that she just saw the same woman she is used to seeing.
I don't know, and I'm worried.
Hugs,
Persephone.