Long day yesterday. So many errands, I wore the same (aforementioned) outfit yesterday until time for bed.
I had a lengthy (ok, it just seemed longer) therapist visit. I recounted my overhearing of the 'chick the was a dude' comment and she told me ..... da da daaaa .. that was a good positive comment. wha!??
then she explained. The comment was stated in a context and led with "what happened to that chick ...' thereby identifying the person as a woman. The second part of the comment was a simple descriptive addition for identification (she said, just throw that part away, it doesn't matter). Well, OK. I'll try to see it that way. Maybe my sensitivity has me skewed. you know, like all those political activists that get insulted by everything .. which I dislike. So, I guess I do need to work on that.
After that visit I was driving home to be alone (Lori went to the fair with my daughter) and I drove right by my house. I remember that a good supportive friend was playing locally (the band I was in .. 2? years ago). I decided to pay him a visit. He;s recently out of the hospital and I wanted to catch up.
Long story short. I sat through the 1st two sets enjoying the music, moving, swaying, ?bouncing? in my chair. Part way through the 3rd set a woman came up and asked if I would like to dance with her. She'd seen me sitting alone and could tell I wanted to dance. I let her talk me into it (I did want to dance) professing my inability to dance. I couldn't manage the dance floor, we picked a rear area that was empty to dance in. Another gal joined us, wondering why we weren't on the dance floor. I took the heat on that one.
Well, next fast dance sure enough, here she came again with more of her friends to drag me up (literally) to the dance floor. I ended up in a circle of 5 other gals. All the while I'm in that same casual top and knee-length skirt in front of a whole bunch of people that knew me 'before' and have never seen me in a dress, much less a skirt.
It was a good night
