Another night out

I went out for another night at a club and this time there were some opportunities to learn a bit more about myself.
It started off when I was getting ready.  I was trying to decide between a couple of dresses, so I posted to facebook:

I started to work on my make up and got a message from this guy who wanted to hook up. I said that I would be happy to meet him at the club, but he was not interested in that and want to come right over and get my into bed.  I was flattered.  I even shared some pictures with him and got his opinion of the dresses.  He liked the black and white one best, so that is what I went with.  Which was a good thing, because my FB friends didn't respond until I was already at the club.  Still everyone agreed that they like the black and white one better.

This guy just didn't want to meet at the club, her just wanted to meet in bed.  I was not up for hopping into bed with a guy I had never actually met in person.  I told him that and never heard or saw him.  so I went back to getting ready.

In getting ready I learned some more about the struggles of doing make-up that I hadn't experienced before.  It is now summer time and the humidity was pretty high.  The extra sweat did not make it very easy for make up to set.  Now I understand and appreciate what my wife went though getting ready to go out when we were in Rome.  The humidity does make it harder.  I was able to find some powder to help thing set and stay in place.

I also did not have any high lighter or blush for my cheeks, so I just took a dry brush and swept of some of the foundation to let my natural color shine through.  I actually worked out to bring some color to my cheeks and a fairly subtle way. 

I was not able to shave my legs this time, so I went with some opaque tights.  These are great they cover the leg hair very well and nothing really shows through.  The other thing great about them is that they have a nice smooth feel.  Sure you don't get to experience that feeling on your legs, but when a hand runs over them it will feel nice and smooth to the hand.  I will have to admit they are a little warm to wear in the summer months, but a gurls gotta do what a gurls gotta do.  Honestly my legs were not too bad from the heat.  I was however quite hot from having a wig on my head.  

I was ready to go and the rain was holding off.  It was a nice drive over until I was about two blocks from the club, then the skies just opened up.  I pulled into the parking lot and waited it out for a little bit.  The rain let up and I thought I would make a run for it.  Well here was my next lesson.  The parking lot was gravel and I was wearing heels.  Neither which made running at all possible.  Luckily the rain was light and the walk was not far.  Still I was a bit flustered by the time I got in the door.  I stumbled a bit trying to pull out my ID.

Got in there and went straight to the bar.  Once I had my drink I met with my friend from my fist time who was right there and chatting with some girls.  They were so happy to be hanging with cross dressers that we got a picture together.  

We got settled into our table with a nice view of the floor that was great for people watching.  I began chatting with this guy my friend knew and he asked my about my sexual orientation. Now I have had fantasies of this opportunity to hook up with another guy and here it was, but I didn't take it.  My true self came out and said, "I'm straight"  Sure, I could have told him I was curious or anything, but I didn't.  I realized that was not what I really want.  I just want to go out and have some fun.  Spend some time out as a girl and hang out with other girls.  I had fun that night. Get out dancing.  Got compliments on my looks and jewelry.  I was even told I look like a 20 year old.  

So my new firsts for this night were dancing in heels and using the women's rest room.  Dancing in heels was a bit of a challenge and certainly more stress on the ankles.  I got used to it and figures out how to do it without killing myself, although there were a couple of moments where I felt like I might twist my ankles. The rest room was just fine.  Really it is no big deal and I certainly felt safer going in there, than I would have going into a men's room dressed as a woman.
My conclusion from my experience is that I want to be one of those girls who hangs out with a group of girls and not be that one girl in the group of guys getting all the attention.  For an introvert like myself this is a real challenge, but now I have stepped out and found a piece of myself, so it is a start on which to grow.