There we were, my blushing bride and I in our deck chairs overlooking the Gulf of Mexico in Cancun. My wife is in her one piece, I'm in running shorts, running shoes, t shirt, ball cap. I have my gray one day beard going and my bra strap length hair in a pony.
Waiter walks up. "How can I help you senoritas?" "That's my husband!!" "We're fine, thanks" I offer in basso to everybody's amusement.
I've been getting ma'amed in dude mode perhaps quarterly on average since growing my hair out. The normals are not putting us under a microscope, they just pick out the handiest gender marker and run with it.
Hugs, Michelle