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It Is Her Story


I was browsing through on-line journals and tripped over a woman’s page, she recounted an incident:

She went out with her friend for ribs, and after seating themselves they noticed an attractive man and his girlfriend seated themselves nearby. As she sat, she couldn’t help smiling at the man when he asked, “Are these seats taken?” She told him no. She examined him. He was well dressed in a polo shirt and khaki shorts, but something just wasn’t right about his legs—it was the skin tone. She began thinking about sitcoms, Will and Grace, Friends, Three’s Company when she dropped her napkin on the floor and slowly bent over to pick it up. He was wearing pantyhose. His legs were clean shaven and the pantyhose were a suntan color.

She wanted to tell her friend about the discovery, but they were sitting too close to these people for any secrets. Inside, she felt the person she was might have been surprised or even embarrassed for the man; pity the woman that could love such a man, but then she surprised herself when she actually found it attractive. She ate with her friend, pondering why a man is wearing pantyhose?

She turned around and nonchalantly asked, “Excuse me, are you wearing pantyhose?” Her friend almost choked on her soda like a comedic tool. His girlfriend was shocked, but the man turned to her and said, “Yes, I like how they look and feel.” She said she felt the same way the way soul mates do. He added how they were actually men’s pantyhose designed for athletes and men who are constantly on their feet all day for support. He stood up and showed her his legs and her friend and his girlfriend laughed at this honesty, this candor between strangers over men’s pantyhose. She asked his girlfriend, “Can I touch it?” She ran her fingers across his leg and admired how pretty they looked, and partly joking to herself—believing them to be better than her own. Then she introduced herself and thanked them as the she and her friend left. She left through the door, shaking at the magnitude of it all.
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