Gabriela is a friend of mine, whom I have gotten to know through exchanging comments here and on flickr. She is smart and sexy and, of course, has experiences and perspectives to offer that are somewhat different from my own. I enjoyed reading about her experience on Halloween, and she has kindly agreed to share it with my readers.

For my first night out alone (without my usual female bodyguard) last Halloween I figured it would be a good idea to dress modest, at least by Halloween standards.No high heels, no deep cleavage, not much exposed skin, no drag-queen-like makeup, no XXL-sized boobies. Everything low-key.

I went to a public Halloween event and was surprised how much vinyl, leather and latex walks around and seems to be acceptable nowadays.

Very good, my chances to enjoy myself, dance all night and not run into someone who knows my alter ego or is annoying in general were good.

I’m not used to attend such huge public events, even less all alone.

My first impressions were:

• it was very enjoyable. I guess the not-so-low entrance fee scared away a lot of blokes and dickheads. But it’s nothing I will do very often. I was VERY nervous to be on my own.
• when you dance alone it’s only a matter of seconds until some, most probably already drunken, dude decides that it would be a good idea to start something that remotely resembles a mating ritual of lower primates, preferably about 2 ft away from you.
• when said dude, in a moment of temporary enlightenment, finds out that you’re actually half a feet taller than him and that he’s staring at your boobies all the time, he looks up, noticing that there’s something not quite right. But he doesn’t get it
• that’s the perfect moment to tell him in a ‘normal’ voice that you’re different, not attracted by men in general, and not by him in particular, and that he should go and f**k himself. (actually I expressed myself more politely, but decided to leave it as it is now for dramaturgical reasons:-)

Works all the time. Without much drama. What does NOT work is to leave the dancing floor to go to the bar for a drink, or have a cigarette. There’s no escape from him.
The only safe haven is the restroom, but you don’t want to spend half of the night there.

I understand now why girls never go out alone.

Girls, on the other hand, behave completely differently:

• they either completely ignore you on the dancing floor, or dance at a respectful distance. If anything they are looking for eye contact, or ask where you have bought those gorgeous boots.
• they ARE curious. At the bar they start to talk, and it’s only a matter of minutes until they start the usual ‘how’, ‘why’, ‘for how long’ and ‘are you gay’ questionnaire.
• once it’s established that you’re not gay surprisingly many of them seem to be attracted in one way or another. Results in some quite interesting conversations and lots of flirting. I was positively surprised.
• every girl seems to know someone who knows someone else who’s former girlfriend’s brother’s best friend dresses up sometimes. Wow. Even in conservative good old Germany there seem to be a lot of crossdressers around. Very good.

That was it in a nutshell, lots of things to think about. It really makes a BIG difference if you go out with another (genetic) girl, or on your own.
The girls almost behave the same (minus the flirting), but the boys…

Your experiences, of course, my differ from mine, but I have now a way better idea why girls behave the way they do when they go out.

• Lots of self-protection.
•  Not being the predator, but the prey.
•  Stares at your boobies until you become insecure and have to check if there’s something peeking out, or if remains of your dinner ended there.
•  Getting drinks for free.

Funny world…

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