Some of you know that I have been toying with the idea of returning to living as a man.

Sigh. So, I bought a pair of men's jeans and they were so awful that I bought some women's jeans. So ... they look almost the same, don't they? Then I went out and found a men's flannel shirt. I do not know what a 48 is? How come they don't use S,M,L,XL ? I wanted it really big because I wanted to leave my bra off and hide the girls. I even got some really mannish looking shoes. I was going to get some logging corks but the spikes eat the floor.

So, then I got into my car and drove down to Astoria. As part of the trip, I stopped at Battery Russel and took a picture of myself all manned up at the same place where my son had taken a picture of me around 15 or so years ago. My clothes looked similar, but instead of being black and grey, I am now light brown. I wonder if he will notice? I even took my glasses off, and could see good enough to use the camera.

So, that task finished, I stopped at Pig'n'pancake to eat dinner. So I'm a man today, and calmly walked into the restaurant carrying my purse after I sat in the car and put some concealer on a bright red wine stain on my chin. I meant to talk to the waitress in my earth shaking, rumbling voice, but as soon as she started talking, my inner being responded by giggling and saying, "I am fine and how are you?" in response to her greeting.

I am willing to concede that Boy Test #1 was an embarrassment.

Gwendolyn