Sunday, August 1, 2010


No, I'm not giving anything away. I'm being given away.

One of my other worries whenever I go out is explosions. I don't mean the world is going to blow up, I mean I am going to blow up. Sudden air movements do not come out in a feminine manner. Sneezing, coughing, clearing my throat, laughing.... I'm not a bass, but I'm not a soprano or even a contralto. I've tried, and giggles or female-sounding laughter is beyond me. My best bet for a sneeze is to cut it off and hope it doesn't blow my earrings off instead.

That may be a common worry. My other is personal ~ my walk.

I have a very distinctive walk, apparently. I don't see it so I don't know, but I seem to have a bounce that is unique to me. I am not making this up.

Once, walking in a parking lot near my office, a car pulled up from behind me. A familiar-looking fellow poked his head out and said "I thought it was you ~ remember me from when we worked together five years ago? I don't remember your name, but I recognised your walk." From behind, he recognised me!

Last Halloween, I asked someone at the office if I still had my "bounce" when I wore heels. She said no. I was wondering about that.

But at the airport and mall, I wore flats. It didn't occur to me until later that I might've been "outed" not by my face, but by my feet!

1 comment:

  1. Meg
    Another good post. The 'walk' can be a giveaway. My niece once commented that my brother (her dad) and I have the same walk. There are other men and women who I have noted have distinctive strides. You can tell from a mile away who they are by how they move. I recognize my wife's distinctive walk. Some folks are knock-kneed, other's pigeon toed. Some strut. Others shuffle. Some mince. Others may bounce.
    In guy mode I do not think of my gait. Over the years, I have become some comfortable in heels that I no longer think about my gait. Perhaps I should.



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