....I have now encountered gf #11....after being single, celebate, alone, and yet lonely, not miserable, for over a year and a half...she swept me off my feet.This is a short plump woman, hispanic, lives in Texas, carries a gun and shits red, white, and blue....1/2 not my type, 1/2 my type...her personality is AWESOME and I have spent time with her in person. I know many here are liberal and I'm not a conservative...I'm libertarian...I get all your social causes...I probably don't agree with you on much past that...anyway...a good buddy of mine just had his wife leave him after 20 years of marriage...2 beautiful daughters....his heart is torn to shreds....I let him move in...rent free...under the condition he could handle seeing me in a dress...he said he didn't give a manure....
At the end of Nov...the gf will be moving here...when she was here, I told her everything and even showed her....she didn't care either...about the dressing...I'm in love with this woman...not sure I can explain it...but I found my one.....I have no plans on making her my wife soon...I'm in no hurry to get married....I have to make sure we get along and everything is good, and I'm not just acting out of loneliness. So...bringing the anxiety issue back into the picture...I now have a roomate, a gf, whom is soon moving in...gonna have a cat...already have a dog...and they've all been informed I wear dresses...fairly often. Both "say" it doesn't matter....we'll see...I find that harder to believe than the rest of it.....oh and I live in a town of 2500 people...it's common knowledge that I dress although only two who live here have seen it and I trust them. 1/2 of me feels like I should just throw it all away and be the "man" and enjoy the "normal" life....the other 1/2 knows better...it never goes away...
I hope this all turns out ok...or I'm not going to...
