Well,
Riding the high from my first little foray out (albeit quite a small outing), I decided to take my wife up on an offer to go to a nearby restaurant for a girls only meal. I guess I really should have done a reality check but I just felt so great yesterday I wanted to relive it (must be some kind of addictive surge of norepinephrine).
My wife and I worked on my make-up and outfit trying to find something casual but still trendy and fun (did not want to draw too much attention). The make-up we toned down a bit and brought my bangs further down to cover those crazy guy brows of mine. Hopefully the attachment works as it is what I wore this evening. Although I do not for a minute believe I looked like anything but a dude wearing women's clothing and a wig.
No real big issues driving to the restaurant though I did get a bit jumpy going through the nearby town when I had to stop at a light. People walked by but basically nobody looked or even cared. Another 20 minutes and we were in the parking lot. My heart felt like it was going to explode it was beating so hard. My wife gave me an out and said we don't have to if I don't want to do this. Oh well my motto has always been "in for a penny, in for a pound" (funny side story, that motto has always gets me in trouble - should have listened to my inner voice)
When we got to the entrance, two women walked out but didn't look our way. Once inside, I let my wife do the talking as my femme voice is still a work in progress. I believe the hostess guessed immediately as she gave me a bit of a funny look. We sat and waited. Now, I figured my wife could order for me but that would look a bit weird so I gave it a try. The waiter figured it out immediately but shrugged and took my order regardless. So good so far.
So things were going fine until about halfway through the meal. There is a small bar off the restaurant and had noticed three guys standing in the door looking our way, laughing and pointing . . . getting very uncomfortable now. I was not so much worried for myself but for my wife as the comments coming from them were loud enough to hear and were quite rude. Needless to say I was getting very self-conscious as a lot of patrons were now staring and there was some chuckling going on at other tables. I asked for the bill, paid and left. The manager did meet us at the door and apologized for what had happened and she was sorry some narrow minded people ruined our evening. I thanked her and we left.
I would like to say that was the end but unfortunately, when you mix narrow minded dudes and beer, it is not going to end well. They followed us outside and things got a bit heated. I was willing to walk away because it was directed at me but then one guy said something particularly rude about my wife. Now my wife always knows when I am about to loose it as apparently I get this look . . . she saw the look. She grabbed my hand and asked me not to ruin the evening and let it go. She then proceeded to gesture in their direction in a not so lady like manner.
The sight of my 5 foot 3 wife flipping the bird made me smile inwardly and I calmed and was about to walk when a second comment came our way. So male me was now driving the boat and I walked over to the group. One guy said "Look out he might hit you with his purse" That got some laughs. I was about to have at it but looked at my wife and I knew I couldn't let her gesture to accept and me, end on such a sour note of me getting into a fight.
So instead, in my male voice I simply said, "Are you kidding this purse if far too nice to waste it on a simpleton like you. Besides you are giving me grief, I'm going home with a beautiful woman who loves me, all I see are three dudes standing around with no women in sight . . . you guys on a date or something." Then because I was still in male mode I added (silently so my wife could not hear) "Now before you get it in your head to take a shot at me, decide amongst yourself which one of you is going to the hospital because I may not be able to take all three you but someone is going to wish they never tried."
There was a brief pause/awkward silence then the ring leader said "Ah the fag isn't worth it, let's go back inside and have some more beer".
Before they left, I couldn't help but say in my somewhat femme voice "Now that is the gentlemanly and wise thing to do boys. Have fun on your date" and proceeded to walk very femme back to our car.
So, this little foray has given me a bit of a reality kick and I think I will slow things down. C'est la vie . . . win some you loose some. But it was a bit of an adventure and it taught me that while some of us may be fortunate to blend in, my ugly mug is not going to make that possible . . . so I am afraid Isha will have to go back to living vicariously through male me.
Hugs
Isha