I got a surprise EMail from Bob's fiancée in late November asking me to join them in their fabby big flat (US = apartment) at new year. I delightedly responsed, and cheekily asked if I should being a skirt for "Bob". She gave me the thumbs up.
Now Bob is about 5'10", bit of a belly (not too bad) so I managed to procure an ankle length a-line denim skirt, with a slightly elasticated waist. I got there for Hogmanay (as we call it in Scotland) and after a few glasses of vino, I got into my grey kilt with shiny sheer flesh tights. Big thumbs up at this AND admiration at my shiny legs and BIG kilt socks around my ankles. I then said "Bob, it's your turn". Out came the denim skirt, and out came the laughs. Off he went and put it on. He then went off to make dinner, still in skirt.
Meanwhile, I thought I would up the ante a bit, and ran off to return in a brown tshirt, knee length denim skirt and 30 denier semi opaque tights. No shoes. No discernable reaction until well into the night, over the music blasting out (a wicked combination of Led Zeppelin, ELO and Tori Amos) Bob suddenly noticed my distinctively non-bare legs and bellowed "you're wearing tights!". I said, "I have been for the last 3 hours!" Bear in mind that neither had ever seen men in anything other than trousers or kilt with bare legs.
Great chat followed about being yourself etc. At the end of the night, fiancée off to bed, Bob and I chatted about lots of stuff. Careers, wine, ...wine..and corporate stuff. All without batting an eyelid at the end of the evening.
Last thing Bob said - "can I keep the skirt? It's really comfortable." I said of course.
The following morning - sore heads and all and sundry in trousers. Bob mentioned that he was going to use the skirt to slob around the flat, as it was so comfortable. He's not inclined to wear it outside, but isnt fussed about people seeing him in it. He regards it like wearing slobby clothes that you would never go out in.
One more to the cause! What an amazing night.....
