Tonight I have been invited to a girls night out..... My first proper outing in St. Peter Port. Having major problems to overcome before I even set out tonight. First thing is there is not much in the wardrobe, you will be thinking it does not matter what Disnarc wears, even wearing a black plastic bag and I will out class everyone else but I do really want to make a good impression. Really do need to find a good hairdresser. I am missing Steve who has cut my hair for the last 7 years. What that man could do with his hands was fabulous plus he was very pleasant to look at as well. So every month it was a win win situation for me, a straight man running his big hands through my hair and in the end walking out of the salon looking a bit younger than when I walked in. At 43 the grey hairs are a major issue and Steve was always there with sympathy and his large hands.
The only decent shirt in the wardrobe is the blue designer shirt Greg bought for me at last years Gay pride in Truro, so it will have to do with a pair of jeans and Greg's shoes. One tip for anyone, marry a man who has the same shoe size, as you can save a fortune.
One of my main reason for going out is to find a new fag hag. A good fag hag is really hard to find. Having been very lucky over the years, I enjoy woman's company. I don't want to sleep with them I just enjoy being with them. The talking, shopping, drinking, gossiping and did I mention shopping. Not really much to ask for but it's like looking for a needle in a haystack.
I have always enjoyed getting ready to go out more than then main event. Ironing the clothes, shaving and then the face mask. The long shower washing your hair and putting the conditioner on. Why I do that I really don't know. My hair is always harder to manage than when I just wash and go, but it's my routine and I enjoy every minute. Perfume is the most important thing, spraying every bit of me and then the clothes, walking outside I always smell like a hooker's handbag. So after 3 hours I am ready and always very hyper, excited and a little moist about what the night might bring.
Before I can do any of that I must mince off to town and find a hairdresser. A quick prayer in the hope Steve cannot be parted from me and has moved over and started his salon here......................................
To be continued.
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