First of all, thank you Jillian for all your wonderful comments!
Of course some would question the use of "bravery" in my life. I would prefer to look at me just having an absolute will to live as I desire-mixed with a huge amount of good fortune along the way to have experienced what I have.
In my latest journey back into the dusty archives here in Cyrsti's Condo, I was thrilled to find this very topical post from May 31st, 2010:
"Finally found some extra time for myself during the first summer holiday weekend.
The
weather was hot and humid so it was definitely time to pull out the
denim mini that assumed a back place in the closet. It screamed my name.
It
is worth mentioning the skirt only comes about three or four inches
above the knee and I wear jeans most of the time. I rarely wear heels.
(boots the exception!!!) Don't don't put me at Wall-Mart in a micro mini
and 4"heels PLEASE!
So a close leg shave, a flimsy off
the shoulder top, flips and off I went. I must point out, I am not a
rookie. I have been out and about for years. But I had a case of the
nerves yesterday.
Don't know why. My dress for the day was
appropriate for a hot day. Skin in the summer around here is
appropriate. Work dictates I can't shave my arms but I can my legs for
comfort and fun. So bare legs help me blend in the summer. (I love it)
But for some reason yesterday I was being paranoid about presenting.
My
first regular stop was a place I've been frequenting for years. It is a
national casual bar/rest chain with several big screens where I can watch
my sports. A very relaxing start to the evening. The feel of the bare
legs was tremendous. No adverse reaction from anyone. Good.
My
second stop was another regular stop for me. Big place, big screens
and big mirrors to check my reflection. Always my favorite place. It's
dark too! I always look better in that light! lol.
Last night however proved the earlier bout with nerves might have been a correct premonition.
The
bar was fairly empty so a "muscle builder" type guy with big arm tats
had a clear sight pattern of my skirt and legs. Over the space of an
hour, he put it to good use. I received a lot of visual attention.
I own what I wear, if I didn't want someone to look at my legs...I would have worn jeans. So I don't know why the nerves. My "spidey"
senses were up and I was ready for the approach but fortunately he
belonged to the bartender and kissed her on the way out. Over reaction
ruled again.
What did we learn? Calm down! "Me thinks" I will wear the skirt again for a couple of the guys I do interact with!"
The part that bothers me the most about this post was, I never posted it?
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