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Something “fishy”
Good morning everyone,
Whilst in the middle of a recent “Caty day”, I took a phone call from a friend who enjoys his fishing. During the course of this call, he mentioned he’d had to take one of his reels in for repair, as the “drag”‘ (aka the clutch), on it was broken.
Now given the way I was dressed at the time, I’m wondering if there is any “mysterious connection” here.
Anyone care to comment??.
Caty.
And no, thank God I dont have Skype!!!
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4 Replies
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It’s all in the mind Caty. Definitely yours. Possibly his too, but you may never find out for sure. At least until you do get skype!
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Well thats a hard one for anybody to answer. I guess it all depends on how long you have know your friend and how much you have confided in him.. If he knows about you.. well maybe its a slight dig.. If not. The term Drag on a reel is a pretty well known term, with little reference to anything else.. Only you really know !
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Thanks to Sheryl and Brigette Annise for their posts. I think (sorry!!) BA took it all a bit too seriously….Sheryl got my warped sense of humour on her “first cast”.
The only fishing buddy I ever had that knew about Caty, thinks she has yet to emerge from her 15 year recess and its best it stays that way.
In many ways some of my attempts, (sic), at CD type humour stem from my long standing attitude that given the ups and downs of my “career” in this subject, if I did not laugh at some of the situations I found myself in, I would surely have cried a lot!!!.
Happy dressing everyone
Caty
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Caty, I had a similar pondering awhile ago with a colleague of mine. One day out of the blue he recounted a story of a former co-worker in a former job. That that individual was a closeted cd who on occasion slipped up in the office (underwear, bra, hose showing) and people started to notice. That became the source of gossip and speculation. Eventually resulting in the man being asked point blank by management and being asked to stop as it was a distraction and inappropriate.
Completely out of the blue. Stopped me in my tracks. That day as most I happened to be in femme under the suit and tie. My heart stopped. This man sits right next me; had the frilly pink underwear shown at the back of my pants as I sat? Had my pants leg pulled up, sock slid down showing hose? I couldn’t ask.
Turned out to be a coincidence and the rest all in my head.
During a lunch gathering in our workspace, talking through cult movies, I raised Rocky Horror and to my surprise no one knew it (outrageous!) so I googled a pic of Frankie and to man (and woman) they all questioned why I would watch a movie like that. They were flabbergasted when I commented not only do I love the movie BUT had gone to many a costume party in full Frankie kit. That one colleague looked me straight in the eye and said “would never have picked you for a crossdresser, you’ve got kids, you’re one of the blokest guys in the office!” . I resisted the urge to left my trouser leg right there and then and laughed it off. Since then I’ve been known as crossdresser in the office, I smirk inwardly everytime, if only they knew the irony.
Your friends comment was correct in context. I wouldn’t worry at all.
