I was getting ready this morning to go shopping with my wife. Nothing exotic, just a trip to Walmart and the grocery store.
As I was slipping into my straight leg jeans it reminded me of once long ago when I went shopping for my first pair of women's jeans.
How I skulked about the department looking for the perfect pair, how I searched the rack for my size (like I really knew my size) and how I sneaked them into the men's changing room for that first try on.
My face was hot and flushed, thinking everyone knew what I was doing. The nervousness of that first time trying them on. That rush when I looked in the mirror and saw that they fit perfectly!
Now, here I am, decades later, with nothing but women's jeans in my closet. No longer is that rush my experience. No more flushed cheeks. Now they are just my jeans.
How times change, how we change.
But there is still something there that never was otherwise.