I am in the process of doing a lot of improvements on my new condo and it seems like I have been making daily visits to Home Depot and Lowe’s as the process unfolds. I hate home improvement but I am too proud (and cheap) to hire someone to do things I can do myself. I always go dressed and have never had any bad experiences. Yesterday was no exception. However, while I was in the bath department trying to decide on what style of towel racks I wanted, one of the male employees started chatting me up. We talked for awhile and it was obvious he was interested in more than what accessories I wanted in my new bathroom. I felt very comfortable with him and he was attractive. I was in my normal stealth mode, looking like a plain Jane wearing jeans, a loose t-shirt, and just a little mascara, foundation, and lip gloss with my hair hanging down loosely down my back. I always wear some form of breast forms so I did have the girls filling out the t-shirt. After we chatted for awhile, he asked if we could meet for coffee or lunch sometime. I was flattered. Now I have established the habit of letting people who show interest in me know right off the bat I am not a genetic girl. Not expecting to meet anyone yesterday, I wasn’t anticipating revealing to anyone that I was not born a girl at birth like I do when at a club or party. I admit I had a little anxiety considering this because I recently moved into the area and frequent this store often. Well, I didn’t tell and accepted his offer and gave him my number. He called this morning and we agreed to meet at a restaurant not far from his store. We met a little after noon and he was a perfect gentleman. We talked easily and I felt very comfortable with him. He even mentioned he had seen me in the store several times and he had been trying to figure out how to introduce himself without being creepy. I knew I had better come clean before this went much further or things could get bad quick. We finished lunch and he had to go back to work. As we went to our respective vehicles, I gently confessed that I was not born a girl and that I thought he should know and apologized for causing any embarassment. For a moment he had a look of disbelief on his face, then he broke into a grin and said, “That is the last thing I expected to hear. I totally missed it. You are totally girly.” After a short pause, he said, “Well, it doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, does it?” It was my turn to smile and I told him I see no reason why we couldn’t if he was ok with it. He said he was, and we agreed to meet at a local pub on Friday for Happy Hour. I will definitely not be dressed as plain Jane tomorrow! Sometimes fun stuff just happens. Maybe home improvement isn’t so bad.
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