Today is our 38th anniversary and I took the wife up to North Beach in San Francisco for an early dinner and then some shopping. The wind was blowing pretty good and had fluffed up my hair. We found a nice quiet sidewalk table out of the wind but in the sun. I sat with my back to the door so when the waitperson came up she announced heartily 'How are you doing, ladies'.
Now, I was dressed in drab, but my hair is getting long and when fluffed is very femme. I looked across the table and shrugged my shoulders. I could see the daggers coming out of my wife's eyes like in the Mad Spy v. Spy cartoons. My wife knows about Miki but is only tolerant and would never go with me anywhere if I was dressed. much less go where I would be referred to as a lady. Even after the waitperson acknowledged my gender, the conversation was a bit frosty for about 5 minutes.
We then walked (hiked) down to the Westfield Mall on Market and she was looking for shoes in one of the Nordstrom boutiques. She found a pair of wedge sandals but told me they only come in Medium, not her typical 9 Narrow size. I said, too bad. They are really nice; I wonder if they come in a 11W.
She hit me on the arm - almost hard!
Originally Posted by mikiSJ
