Croydon Town centre on a Saturday Night |
Coming back into Croydon I realised I had around an hour to kill before the meeting, and it was that time when the coffee shops were closing, restaurants weren't really up and running, and believe me Saturday night in Croydon is not a good place for a gurl on her own to go into a pub. Seeking help and expertise I sent a text to my friend S
Me "Advice needed: in Croydon abut an hour before my meeting, all dressed up and nowhere to go, where is a girl to stop for a sandwich?"
S "Let me think a mo. Would have met you but *&^% calling for me in 10mins then heading for the George"
Great this means she is happy to meet Paula
S "Can't think of much....... Or I suppose a pub, but don't order a pint as that is still unusual"
Better still she is thinking about my presentation, and oh yes S drinks pints
Me " Thanks for the tip, I always knew you were unusual!"
S "Funny I will be having a pint or 2"
Me "So will I but I'll be having them in halves"
S "Good plan. Hope the new purchase fits, have fun"
I am enormously encouraged by this exchange, I have spoken about my dressing with S and she has always seemed to be accepting but has not pursued the matter, now I feel as though it will be OK to introduce her to Paula personally. We have sort of agreed that if it is raining enough to stop me working Monday, we might meet for lunch while she and another friend are out in Epsom hitting the charity shops, I am sure our other friend will be accepting as I know she has another friend who cross dresses.
2 comments:
It's funny how some people are very accepting and others aren't. I notice the reaction of strangers towards me. Some will be fascinated and take any opportunity to speak to me, whereas others will almost be repulsed. I've come to the conclusion that the problem is theirs and not mine. :) Of course the biggest issue I have is with teenage boys.
I think teenage boys are an issue for all of us, you will see that I have a particular teenage boy issue tomorrow, as for who has the problem, I have had to adopt the attitude that it's not me, a bit like the old joke,
"Drinking problem?"
"No, I drink I fall over, no problem"
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