I've been traveling for the last few days and I was able to stop by one of my local favorites, the Vintage Wine Bar on Santana Row in San Jose. I wore a tribal pattern black/white skirt, black top and a long white sweater. My avatar to the left. I was debating between a red (my profile picture) or white sweater and I am always amazed at how one change makes the outfit totally different. I love color pops but I went with white last night.
OK, so I enter the bar and the staff remembered me and welcomed me in but the outside area was packed solid. No seats, so I sat inside happy to do some people watching. A few minutes after I sat down, a group of 5 late twenty-somethings came in and made themselves at home a few seats down from me. Moments later, one guy walks over to me and says hello. I say hello back. I did have my back to him so it s reasonable to think I was a woman of unknown age. Now, if he was confused before, he is not now. I am clearly twice his age and not a woman. He looks me in the eye, gently and briefly rubs my upper arm and walks off. I'm thinking, "That's weird. Would he do that to a woman?" Was he thinking, "WTF, how do I get away from this?"
No worries, he's with his friends now and we're done. Not. For the next hour, he'd come over to me and chat about something. Topics ranged from Pokemon Go to a loud girl in the bar, to not understanding women. Now, he's talking me like a guy, "I'll never understand women," was one of his revisit comments. I'm talking to him like a guy. Maybe I was his first cross dresser and he couldn't let the opportunity go, who knows.
It was by no means a "bad" experience, just on the odd side as I couldn't figure out why he kept coming back to me. It's always interesting going out and always fun interacting with the normals.
Get out there if you want.
Originally Posted by tifftg
