Just a quick one today. Do you ever have those moments when you just wish you had the wherewithal, albeit dressed in boy mode, to just yell out that you are not the boring guy sat in jeans and a horrible top, but that you are really a girl just dying to leap out of yourself? I’m guessing that for the majority of my readers there is a simple yes answer there.
I keep myself under control most of the time. The number of times per day that I out myself has significantly reduced. But today I was sorely tempted.
Just for context, not for boasting, I’m in Washington DC. For those of you who don’t know, I sometimes travel with work and this time, en route (ish) home, I stopped off for 4 days in Washington. I arrived at the end of last week and have been on a mad museum, art and famous place fest for the last three days. I’ve just had the most brilliant time. I’m on my own, so am free to do whatever I like, when I like and how I like with no reference to anyone else. This is the only time my work travel will seem glamourous. Normally when away, I work Monday to Friday, seeing only hotels and the office and do my flying on Saturday and Sunday, effectively losing two weekends every time I travel. Not glamourous at all.
Today is the last day of my time here and so I went for breakfast (in boy mode) this morning and was munching away (in a delicate lady-like fashion) when a very exuberant twenty-something American lady walked past. (Is everyone exuberant in this country? It does feel like it.) Anyway, I was sat at my table when she excitedly went past saying, “The most amazing thing happened this week. I met another Rhiannon for the first time ever. We were both (like) talking and she said that she was Rhiannon and I was just so amazed because I’ve never met another one before.” (etc, etc, etc).
You can imagine why I was tempted.
There used to be an advertisement in the UK where the tagline was something like, “When a man you’ve never met before suddenly gives you flowers…that’s Impulse”. it advertised a body spray. Well, this scenario was a bit like that. “When a man you’ve never met before suddenly tells you that he’s the second Rhiannon you’ve met in one week…that’s probably weird and a little creepy.” So I didn’t. But today I was sorely tempted. And hope that one day I will.