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my second meeting with Darla

Well it was an interesting meet up. We ended up having capuccinos and a cannoli and talked about life and she shared more thoughts about her brother's suicide and how she felt about it. It was very pleasant and I really like her bubbly and friendly personality. Afterwards we strolled around the mall and continued talking. Then something very frank happened - she admitted that at first glance (when I first walked into the Payless store where she then worked) she thought I might have been a transexual woman. Her co-workers had also chimed in and strongly agreed she told me. The funny thing was that at that time I did not think I was fooling anyone as to the fact that I was a man in a dress so that was very revealing to me. Three points were given for this claim

- my height
- the size of my hands
- the more than average application of make up (beard cover)

She explained away the first two on her own saying that there are lots of tall women and having big hands makes sense if you're tall. The third I explained by saying that my skin was not that great and I needed to apply more foundation (for the record I use Vichy and Mac). Interestingly and very sweetly she said that if I had been a transexual it would not matter to her either way. I wanted to hug her and told her she was a very understanding person. So in essence that whole issue was put to bed between us and I am a woman to Darla. As I have said I have gone down a certain path now and don't want to go back to explaining what I was trying to do in the first place by pretending to be female. And with her busy life and mine we won't be seeing each other all that often. But knowing how she felt I suppose I might have had a chance to recant yesterday and did not take it.

She also pointed out during our walk in the mall that people would look at me and some turned around to look back. This I am used to as yesterday (with my heels on) I was 6' 3" and probably had a bunch of people think the same thing as Darla once did. She reassured me by saying I looked very feminine and nice and that people were also noticing that in addition to my height. I told her that I was not the least bit bothered by it anyway.

So I ended up driving her home where her husband was waiting for her at the lobby of her building. I met him briefly and then went on my way. Later on in the few texts that we exchanged thanking each other for the lovely time we each had I joked: "so did your husband think I was a tranny? lol" and she responded " no! lol", A lovely time was had by all and we will certainly do it again in the future...

As a footnote I have booked more time in October to have more laser done on my face (to date three treatments have been done) in order to reduce the make up in the future...

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