By Jocelyn Johnson
I found myself in Cleveland a few weeks ago, and I was wondering what I might do for the evening. Who do I know who lives in Cleveland???? There is someone, but who? I can’t remember! Oh yeah, Kandi Robbins. Maybe we can have a few drinks? I can’t remember if Kandi drinks! Here is a picture of me ready to “paint the town red”. And Kandi was willing.
Just kidding, Kandi knew I was coming to town. We agreed to meet at a restaurant/bar for wine and dinner.
I thought I had got to Cleveland in plenty of time, and I wanted to get a manicure and maybe buy a colourful scarf.
I went to a nearby nail salon in guy mode without a reservation? They took me right away. I was the only male customer. There were some stares. My nail technician was a wonderful Vietnamese women. She spent a lot of time trimming, sanding, clipping, cuticles fixing and buffing. She then asked if I wanted a clear lacquer? No, I want a deep red! She was somewhat shocked that a man wanted red nails. As she painted my nails, twice, with bright red polish she commented that I gave good hands. And she added “You have hands like a woman”. I smiled, little did she know.
Time was running out and I had to go back to my hotel room to get made up and get dressed. But now for the clear lacquer cover over the polish, and 15 minutes under the dryer. My scarf shopping time was gone.
That was my second ever manicure. I surprised myself on how much I love my painted nails. Red is my colour.
I called Kandi and said I would be 15 minutes late.
I wanted to spend a lot of time on makeup and dressing to look my best for the amazing Kandi. Unfortunately all I had time for was a quick job and throw on a skirt and top.
Kandi and I met outside the restaurant and greeted each other with a big hug. OMG, Kandi looked fantastic. What a beautiful woman. What a fabulous outfit, shoes and accessories.
The next two hours flew by with wonderful conversation and great laughs. It was like we were long time friends. But it was the first time we had met. Kandi made me feel so special and welcome.
I didn’t especially feel like a woman or TG. I just felt like me. I was completely “at home”, just the way I am meant to be.
The evening ended with some pictures taken by our waitress. A big hug and Kandi was off to acting class. I “floated” back to my hotel. A very special night I will cherish forever.
The next day I was driving south, so my attire was very casual (see pic). All stops included a trip to the ladies room, with never an issue. And all my encounters responded to me with a “ma’am”.
At a hotel that night the lady desk clerk wanted to know my name. I told her. She then said “you look adorable Jocelyn”. After I thanked her I seemed to glide away, with my feet off the ground.
What a memorable two days, being the woman that I am.
Editorial comment: The pleasure was ALL mine!