So there I was at one of my favorite watering holes the other day when one of my coworkers asked me a question that floored me. I was sipping (read gulping) my favorite rum drink when my coworker turned to me and asked why do I always check out women's legs. I was floored. I turned to him and said that some men are breast men and some men are leg men. I'm the latter. This should have ended the dicussion. We continued drinking and he turned to me eventually and said, are you sure it's not something more. I said nope, trying to look innocent as I squirmed in my Hanes pantyhose. He said that I didn't check out mens' legs. I just laughed. He said that he'd hate to wear pantyhose because he doesn't like to shave his legs. I just continued to drink and not answer. He eventually dropped it, but not before saying that he thought it was strange that I never talked about sex or things that arouse me. I stopped drinking and stared at him, wondering really what I should do. Should I engage him by going down this road, especially since I knew where it would be going. I've been aching to let it all out anyway, so why not in a crowded bar to a coworker that I have respect for. Let's put this into perspective, somewhere, somehow, I've slipped up and have given something away. I already realize this. This is not normal bar talk and he waited until I had three or four drinks in me before beginning to talk about this. So, where do I take this? In the end, I just smiled and said thanks for sharing and let it go. Probably the smarter option. The next day, though, something happened that really bowled me over. One of our more talkative secretaries was at her desk and asked to speak to me as I walked by. She began ranting about how her supervisor makes her wear pantyhose everyday and she has to keep a fan under the desk just to keep cool. She complained that she has to keep extra pairs in one of her drawers and it takes up too much room. I just smiled and nodded sympathetically when it seemed appropriate. She told me that I was so lucky that I didn't have to wear pantyhose. I just smiled, because it's true, I don't have to, I want to. Anyway, it's obvious that I've been made, at least, that's my current thinking.
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He is a co-worker whom you respect. Good. He tried to draw you out when the circumstances were most favourable. He is curious, maybe genuinely interested, but you closed him out. Then others, like the secretary, got to know. Don't assume that your friend told anyone. If he is someone who deserves your respect he probably didn't, though your refusal to go down the road he obviously wanted you to might cause a less worthy person to spill the beans.
You need to engage with these people. If you don't, your wearing becomes forever a shameful secret in their eyes. If you are open about it, it may be a nine day wonder but you will be accepted as a male wearer, and you will have advanced the cause of men's legwear a whole lot.
My advice is to see out your friend in private, maybe over a drink or three, and tell him how surprised you were at the recent conversation. His obvious interest in hosiery took you by surprise - so much that you could not get your thoughts straight to respond to then and there. Tell him about the secretary's interest, and how you don't have to wear but you like to.
Do you mind your colleagues seeing your blog? Alternatively, you could draw his attention to LAUF, Activskin, etc.
And good luck. This could be the breakthrough that you need!
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