JRMILLER wrote:Well, the dance was last night. I was dressed in a nude colored T-shirt with a coconut bra on the outside. A pair of light tan shorts with a very green double layered grass skirt, flip-flops, sailor hat and dog tags. Going for the South Pacific character "Luther" look.
Well done. I don't get the brassiere part because if I'm not mistaken you don't need such things, but the skirt was a win. My hat's off to Toni as well -- she made the leap to acquire the skirt for you; this is a very heartening sign.
We looked pretty silly and had our pics taken, if someone emails me a pic, I will post it.
As they say in AOL-land: GIFs! GIFs! (or at least an open-standard JPEG).
For the most part, people were either interested or amused. One gal I danced with said she was hoping to get a chance to dance with me. Another, who is a friend, wouldn't dance with me -- too "stranged" out I guess.
I suspect that reaction was to be expected. Without deep history about your situation with that particular lass, I'd just hazard a guess that she was merely taken aback about the
difference in how she'd seen you before and didn't have the wherewithal at the time to compensate; I'd posit that the "other" reaction was slightly more typical.
I did have a sarong with me for later [...]
And Toni made it for you! You lucky b*stard! I should be so fortunate.
Explaining one's attire may get tiresome after a while, but
do remember that you're at the vanguard of "alternative" masculine fashion. When was the last time you had to "explain yourself" whilst wearing a T-shirt and dungarees?
I am sure I will find a use for [the sarong] on one of the dock parties this summer.
Ensure that you do. Make sure that you thank Toni for it, and wear it proudly! Expect some grief from your male pals, as that's what they're there for, but give as good as you get: you're more comfortable than them in their jeans!
