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I am slowly coming out as CD to people I know. A common methodology is to answer the door when the bell rings however I am dressed. This morning I was dressed for housecleaning in blue jean skirt, white top, flats, with full makeup when the doorbell rang. It was one of the neighbors that had not yet seen Dayle. He seemed a bit stunned at first but I invited him in and carried on as if everything was normal. After a few awkward moments he said the purpose for his visit was to discuss a tree that had fallen from my yard over the fence into his, and could we clean it up this weekend. "Sure" Dayle said. He doesn't have a chainsaw and doesn't know how to operate one, so I told him that I have one and do know how to run it. We agreed on a time to meet on Saturday, then he left en route to his work. It seemed a bit bizarre to be discussing chainsaws while en femme. Coincidentally we worked at the same office before I retired, so I am pretty sure all of my former workmates now know about Dayle. Good! It saves me telling them.
CD with a chain saw, using the grapevine to get the word out.
I love it!
Have fun, but don't ruin nice clothes.
🙂
Oh Dayle that's wonderful that your coworkers will also know. I thought family would be worst but it seems work s only ones left. Hugs
Great story Dayle! Thanks for sharing it.
Cyn
Good for you Dayle. You handled the encounter like a mature lady when most girls would melt
2016_personal stories: Dayle original post:
I am slowly coming out as CD to people I know. A common methodology is to answer the door when the bell rings however I am dressed. This morning I was dressed for housecleaning in blue jean skirt, white top, flats, with full makeup when the doorbell rang. It was one of the neighbors that had not yet seen Dayle. He seemed a bit stunned at first but I invited him in and carried on as if everything was normal. After a few awkward moments he said the purpose for his visit was to discuss a tree that had fallen from my yard over the fence into his, and could we clean it up this weekend. “Sure” Dayle said. He doesn’t have a chainsaw and doesn’t know how to operate one, so I told him that I have one and do know how to run it. We agreed on a time to meet on Saturday, then he left en route to his work. It seemed a bit bizarre to be discussing chainsaws while en femme. Coincidentally we worked at the same office before I retired, so I am pretty sure all of my former workmates now know about Dayle. Good! It saves me telling them.
