A Few Firsts On A Saturday Outing

First - the OOTD. Denim skirt. black pantyhose, black pumps, cream color body suit and grey jacket.
Julie was planning a full morning out - a bit of shopping, a mid-morning muffin and coffee stop, and like that. I arrived at my first stop, The Dollar Tree. As I was approaching the entrance, a gentleman was exiting the store. I was still 50 feet or so away from the door, but he stood there and held it open, with a smile on his face, and waited for me. I was a tad nervous approaching him - would he notice as I got closer and "slam the door" on me? As I entered the store I thanked him with my best smile (and best femme voice) and he gave me a BIGGER smile back and said “You’re Welcome”. I had my femininity acknowledged by a (rather cute) guy with NO judgement.
Later that morning I went to a Shari's for my muffin break, and I did something REALLY stupid - I locked myself out of my car! (Yet ANOTHER first for me) Being Julie and having to call for assistance was rather frightening, but I did it. The guy arrived (after an hour and a half waiting in a restaurant lobby) and started opening my car (which took all of 2 minutes!) and then I had to pay him. My credit card is in my guy name, so I nervously tried to explain. He looked me in the eye and said “That’s OK with me” and gave me a big smile – again non-judgemental. He complimented me on my appearance and my pendant, a silver angel. In spite of the loss of 90 minutes of Julie Time, it felt so good. Even though I had to pass on the muffin to get the rest of my shopping done. (sigh)
The Moral Of The Story - keep your cool and walk with confidence. Oh, and Stay Safe And Pretty, Sweeties!

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