MeghanIsMe

I've been low-key dreading our next-unit neighbor seeing me dressed fem. He's one of the condo board members and Miriam and I have talked to him on a dozen or so occasions, a few times at length, since the fire in our unit forced him out of his for a few months last year. He seems like a nice enough person; an older man who is retired and spends most of the Summer at a cabin he has somewhere. I saw him back outside a day or two ago though, and he spends a lot of time sitting on a yard chair in front of his unit reading or doing other things when he's here, but so far he hadn't seen me dressed fem.

I was going out the front door with Ella and two long, narrow cardboard boxes (a few inches on a side by about 5 feet) to recycle. I realized he was sitting outside and gave him a quick greeting that he returned as I scurried around the corner toward the dumpsters. Returning, I was pretty anxious. I was scared to go back around the corner, as if on my first appearance my narrow lengths of cardboard had somehow obscured my crochet sandals, my hair put up with little clips at each side, my dangly leaf earrings, or my knit sweater with shoulder cutouts, and this time he was definitely going to notice I was dressed like a girl.

But I walked back to my front door, admonished Ella for being slightly barky at him, gave him a little wave, and went inside. Nothing terrible has happened yet and the world is continuing to exist.