Ok, so pretty much everyone in here is aware of my designation as transgender woman, yes? I'm not shy about it among close friends, but I don't like to discuss it in public at all. I prefer blending. But we're fam, so I can talk here, right?
Anyway, things are so different on this side of the divide. Take what just happened. My current worksite is about 45 minutes from my house. I had an errand to run at Walgreen's so I went to the nearest one at lunch. And just happened to run into a neighbor who lives a couple of blocks away. He's a carpenter, and has actually done a couple of jobs in my house in the past, but it's been several years. We don't see each other at all anymore. He just happened to be working a job right nearby my current customer. The odds of an encounter are nuts, but it happened.
Anyway, I was walking in, he was walking out, I stopped him and said hi. He literally didn't recognize me (which feels good, because I always worry about standing out.) And we struck up a conversation, and he's a very likeable guy.
But ladies of RTT, you can tell when someone is checking you out, right?
It's in the 70s today, just gorgeous, and I'm wearing one of my favorite spring dresses. It is a little bit form-fitting, and while it isn't really short, the hem is above the knee. I totally think he was doing that, glancing down every few seconds, trying to cover his tracks by just stealing glances, but generally just doing a terribly unsubtle job of it.
Am I losing my mind here, or was that actually what was happening? It's a weird feeling, partly appreciative of being appreciated, but also kind of creepy.