Hi,
I wanted to share the story of my Saturday night with you.
Circumstance had it that I ended up going out for dinner with four of my female friends. I was the only male, and spent the whole night screaming internally with frustration that I wasn't out to them (or anyone!). In my head, I was sat there in a LBD and heels, rather than the dull jeans and shirt I was actually wearing. We spent some time talking about a gorgeous pair of Nine West heels one of the girls was wearing (these, I think, teamed with a pair of black skinny jeans), and I just sat there dreaming of what I would pair them with. I don't *think* they clocked my over-enthusiasm for the shoes, but who knows?!
All that said, it was a fun night filled with good wine, good food and good conversation, so not all bad, but it could have been *so* much better.
The frustrations of being in the closet, eh?
Jemima
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