An "Evening Out" with Dave
Ever since putting up my web site, I am constantly getting e-mails, not just from other T-girls, but from GUYS too! Yes, some only have one thing in mind, sex, but there are some who are genuine admirers of T-girls. The comments I have gotten from them area that we are more girls than most girls! I met one of my admirers in person last April 24, Foot Lover, and this year, received and e-mail from Dave, who lives in Ottawa. He said he would be in Winnipeg on April 24th, and asked if I would consider meeting him for dinner. After exchanging a few mails, explaining just what my position was, that I was attached and not looking for anything more than friendship with a guy, which he was cool with, we agreed to meet.
Now some may think there is more to this than meets the eye, but there isn't. No, I'm not attracted to guys, what I am attracted to is being a girl, plain and simple. We have these opportunities all the time, when we get out with members of the group, to dinners, the clubs and parties, just that Dave won't be wearing a mini skirt.
By about 3:00 I was ready. I took special care with my makeup this time and was really happy with it. Oh, and I got my wig taped down nicely, so it was like part of me, which gives my much more confidence when out like that. I wore my gold blouse and my black leather (real leather) skirt with the front side zipper, and sensible pumps. At 3pm, I called the number for the hotel. The front desk put me though to Dave's room, and he answered on the first ring! Mmm, think he was anxious??*S* We arranged to met earlier, at 3:45, and since I was close by, that was not a problem
I got to the hotel, Canad Inn Polo Park, at St. Matthews Ave., and Empress St., at 3:45 on the nose, and stopped in front of the door. Dave was waiting and walked out and hopped into the passenger's seat. I admit, I think it would have been more fun to have been the passenger. It felt really strange this time, I wasn't nervous like the last time and after a brief "hand shake" and Dave telling me how beautiful I was*S*, I asked what he wanted to do first. He replied "I need a coffee, a Tim Horton's coffee," so off we went in search of caffeine.
We found a Tim Hortons and walked right on inside. It was so cool hearing my heels clicking away on the tile floor. Dave was polite and ordered for us. I wanted a diet-Coke, so I could use a straw and not mess my lipstick! I did see a few guys check me out, but no bad feelings, just good ones*S*. Dave and I sat in a corner and chatted, getting to know each other more. I sat with my legs crossed, the zipper open to my thigh, showing lots to anyone walking in the door**S**. It felt so feminine sitting there and having nothing but good feelings. There were girls in the shop as well, and I was better looking than all of them put together! (OK, I'm bias).
The more I get out like this in real public, the more natural it becomes to just do it any time. After we left the shop and were driving south on Route 90, I saw a sign for Wednesday's lottery! I had forgotten to get a ticket, so I stopped at an Esso gas bar, left Dave in the van and walked right inside and asked for my quick-picks. The guy beside the clerk was checking me out*S* while I paid for the ticket and left. I got back in the van and as I drove away I thought to myself that this is getting too easy to simply do everyday things as a girl.
It was nice chatting with Dave as we toured the city, showing him places like downtown, the Forks Market area, arenas, then the Tuxedo area, and finally a drive through Assiniboine Park. It was really cold and windy, so neither one of us wanted to get out and walk. In our travels, we stopped at Mary's shop to say hello, and "Freshen Up." We had a great chat with Mary, then Angela walked in and joined us.
Then off to DINNER. We went to the Fat Angel Bistro, which was open to the public this time, and again had to park a block away. We entered and met the staff, not the same as when I was there with the group, and were shown to a table. Oh, and we were informed it was "Belly Dancer Night". So during dinner, we had a floor show. The restaurant was packed. Oh, I did notice a few guys check me out, but during the two hours we were there, not one bad feeling. The dinner was delicious as usual, I had "Chicken Savanna," and Dave had a pasta dish. We had a wonderful time chatting in the open restaurant. If anyone had asked me a few years ago if I could ever do something like this, sit in a crowded restaurant wearing a leather skirt, blouse and heels and be talking to the person I'm with, I'd have said no way ever. How times change.
It was such a nice feeling walking back to my van, feeling the cool air blowing at my skirt, and the wind blowing my hair. We got to TSB's and she was waiting at the door. She wore black shinny pleather pants, and a burgundy pleather jacket, also shiny and a black turtleneck. GOD she looked great. She is lucky to have her own hair too*S*. We had nice chit chat on the way, and parked about a block away from Club 200. We got inside and found it wasn't too busy. Probably only 25 people in the place. So we picked a table, left our jackets then walked to the bar. I just love doing that. I had my usual, Coke.
Although the dannce floor was dead, we did enjoy the Karioke show and had a nice time to chat. Plus, it has been special getting out with TSB, since we met in the chat room quite a while ago. I had seen posts between other girls who get together and thought that would never happen for me. So far, now I've met TSB, Diane K, and Cara. We left about 1230, and drove TSB home before I returned Dave to his hotel. This time I did do the good bye thing properly, and gave Dave a real HUG. As I drove away from the hotel, I though back to how far I have come in accepting this side of me as real, and wondered where it would lead me.**S**
Thanks for reading my story,
Sabrina
E-mail me at sabrina_markes@masquerade.ca
Member of the Winnipeg support group - "Masquerade"