Over the past few years my outings have decreased. I few times I got out around Halloween. My wife was OK with that since I could always pass off my dress as a costume. This past winter there were several occasions when I was dressed at home and we needed wine. Since my wife does not drive at night I did make several runs to the liquor store. In addition to this there have been many occasions when I have gone out with my wife while wearing pantyhose under shorts. I started doing this while we were on vacation this past winter in Florida and I have do some several times recently, mostly when we have gone to casual, but dark, restaurants.
Over the past month, as the weather would start to cool and nightfall came earlier, I have been out dressing and driving. Most of my drives have been to a small town about 30-40 minutes away that has a growing artist community. Online research located a wine bar that mentioned that it was ‘gay owned’ and welcoming to all. Last week I put on a nice maroon dress, matching pumps, beige hose, makeup and wig and headed out. The bartender, Chelsea, was very friendly. I had some nice conversations with one or two others and had a craft beer with some amazing pesto hummus (you must like hummus!). I had mentioned that I wore a maroon dress and one of the guys at the bar asked what color it was and we debated whether it was red, maroon, purple or plum. While I think of a plum as a fruit, the voting favored plum as a color. I had a great time.
Chelsea mentioned that she generally works on Wednesdays so this week I went with a light tan skirt suit over a black silky shell with nude hose and nude heels. Again Chelsea greeted me with a big smile and she remembered my name. The prior week she told me that she made a good panini and I told her I would be back for one. She made one of the best paninis I have ever had (grilled chicken, pesto and sun-dried tomatoes). I chatted with several other patrons including a nice young couple visiting the area. It was a very pleasant evening and my attire was not a factor. The young couple were both nurses and I treated them to a round as I was leaving.
As I sit here now I am only upset that I did not have the foresight to ask someone to take a photo. Perhaps if I get out again I will have a picture taken (if not, your CD card will be confiscated!).
That brings me current. I am still pressing the envelop and hope that with time my wife will become more comfortable with me getting out while dressed.
The grand finale next week!
from Kandi's Land https://kandis328772669.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/getting-out-and-about-with-pat-part-ix/
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