Wednesday, May 18, 2016
They're Just Boobs
Jules and I live about 10 minutes away from a fairly small lake. Well, it is supposed to be a larger lake, but in the 12 or so years that we have lived in this area the lake has never filled up. So.... it is a fairly small lake. But it is a fun lake. We often travel down to it, drive down to the shore, back up the truck, through the fishing lines out, and let the dogs run around. It makes for a relaxing time, just hanging out.
A week or so ago, we decided to do our usual thing and head down to the lake. It happened to be kind of an overcast day, and I was wearing an oversize pink hoodie. I also had on my Victoria's Secret double cup bra, which gives me the appearance of having breasts. Not the sort of breasts that are easily hidden. But the sort of breasts that are easily noticed.
Anywho.... we packed up our stuff and headed to the lake without me changing. This is not really an unusual situation and I generally don't give it much thought. Oh..... I don't think I mentioned, that the rest of my appearance was as a male. This look is generally my go to look, and I am quite comfortable with it. Or so I thought.
Jules and I setup our stuff, had our fishing lines in the water, our dogs running around, and were hanging out chatting and having a good day. Apparently this idea seemed to be appealing to many others as well and more and more cars and trucks headed down to the water line and began filling in all of the spaces around us. Again, this is not all that unusual.
What was unusual was when the folks next to us, a man, an older man, and a woman, began commenting on our dogs and encouraging them to come over for a visit. When my dogs started to go to them, I got out of my seat and began walking towards them. And that is when I remembered that I had boobs on. And for a moment, a brief flash of insecurity flooded through me and I freaked out and told Jules I couldn't watch the dogs because of my boobs. She got up and began walking towards the dogs and I immediately knew I was wrong.
Willing myself to not think about it, I screwed up my courage and followed Jules over to the trio of lake neighbors. The man appeared to be pretty much a "rough and tumble," sort of guy and the older man appeared to be pretty country. In fact all of them appeared to be quite country and I was worried about what was going to happen when my boobs became the topic of conversation.
But do yo know what?? We talked about all sorts of things, the dogs, the lake, the water, the weather, the fishing, but never once did my boobs come up in the conversation. They were quite nice actually. We chatted for awhile. I inquired about what they were fishing for and what type of equipment they were using and still, my boobs never came up in the conversation. We chatted for a bit, said our goodbyes, and headed back to our area.
We spent the rest of that day, fishing, playing with the dogs, and occasionally chatting with the people next to us. All the while, my boobs stayed where boobs go, and they said said a word nor acted weird in any way. And I had to yet again admit that the fear was only in my own mind.
Those people couldn't have cared less if I had boobs or not.
Thank you kind people.
Thank you for educating me, once again, about the reality of who people really are.
Too often we humans assume the worst in people.
Caution is good.
Crippling fear is bad.