I thank you all for your kind condolences. I AM glad to be here.
Cindy, I came out to Chelle just as we started dating more seriously - I've started to write the whole story but I'm not exactly under which topic to place it. It's PG but there is a bit of an integral but "adult" sub-theme that went with her support of me and I don't want to run afoul of this board's high standards.
I was working out of town today and met our friend Sally for lunch and, as I said on Wednesday, I decided to open up to her. When I said I had an admission to make, she answered me with "Well, when do I get to meet Susan?" I knew she and Chelle were close, but this was almost too much for me. How long had she known? and a thousand other questions ran through my mind but then I realized it didn't matter at all. She was in on the secret and didn't seem to mind - so why should it bother me that she had known before? Since I still had some time to kill and she had the afternoon off, I asked her if she cared to do a bit of shopping - I really do need a new bra.
I had been shopping with Chelle many times; since she was a plus sized lady, I already knew my destination. I suppose some deeply closeted folks rely on the internet for their shopping, I don't and never have; I have to feel the fabric, see the "cut" and "hang," look at how it was put together – plus shopping for Susan can be fun. Why is it men's clothing is so darned boring?
We walked into the plus-size specialty store and headed to the lingerie section where there were 3 or 4 other shoppers. Now Sally is about 5-6 and may weigh 125 pounds, I am a burly 6 feet tall and weigh 225. The 18 or 19 year old wisp of a clerk looks perplexed as she asks her if she needed any help to which I replied that I (the guy in a sport coat and tie) am the one looking for a new bra – 50C to be specific. I have to hand it to the clerk, though. I knew this was a "first" but she tried her best to take it in stride and led us to the bras as she would have any other customer. The other customers (all born as women, I presume) looked somewhat startled as she showed me several styles and described the features of each type. I made my selections of different styles in pink and black and headed to the check-out area to the sound of a few "tsks" mixed with a few stifled giggles. The cashier didn't bat an eyelash when I handed her the chain's credit card and made the purchase. They do fit well but I won't wear them until the factory sizing is gone; they're in a gentle wash as I write.
Until next time,
Susan
(edited my speling - dyslexic fingers)
