Day 2 (posted on Day 3): I stared out yesterday afterwork planning to be good. I showered, changed, and went to the big Sawgrass Outlet Mall to do some Christmas shopping. And I stayed good there - only buying "work" panties (plain cotton whities that I wear under my work clothes) to replace the worn out ones, and a sweater at Banana Republic. Dinner was take-out from PF Changs, and the beer I drank while eating in my hotel room was a Santa's Butt porter. That's when trouble started. I had planned on just watching "Watchmen" last night and getting a good night's rest. The pint of beer with 8% ABV was just enough for me to start surfing the web while eating (and the panties I was wearing (and nothing else)) just added to my salacious thoughts. I watched a few porn vids and chatted with a few Yahoo chat friends. Then, just as I was ready to 'spill the beans', some malware started downloading on my laptop. So I spent the next 2 hours exorcising the demons. Kharma I guess.

Day 3 (today): Not much has gone right at work today. Maybe the afternoon will be more productive. It's been pouring down rain here too. I went out for lunch to a Cuban diner for take-out. Here's how the conversation went:

Me: "I'd like to order a choripan and a naranja to drink." (a Spanish sausage sandwich and a fresh-squeezed orange juice)
Cuban waitress : "Chicharron de pollo y dos naranja?" (marinated chicken chunks with rice & onions, a side of black beans, another side dish, and two orange juices)
Me: "No, una choripan and an oraange juice.
Her: "Una chicarron y dos naranja."
Me: "No." Me pointing to the menu at the choripan. "Una choripan."
Her: "Okay."

Ten minutes later I have an order of chicharron de pollo and I had to stop her from making the second orange juice. I thought about sending it back, but I had to get back to work. After eating about 1/2 a chicken and all of that rice, I'd have to say that was about the best chicken I've had in a very long time! I don't have room to eat the french fries and black beans. So maybe the afternoon will go better...

This week's trip - Day 1: A co-worker lent me the DVD "District 9". It's the science fictin movie about a group of aliens that come to Earth and are housed in slums in South Africa. Did you see it? The lead character reminds me of 'Michael Scott' from 'The Office'. It was an okay movie, a good rental. While I watched it I ate some sushi take-out and drank a Mad River Brewing Co. Steelhead Scotch sytle porter and a Lagunitas Brown Shugga' Ale. Both were very good. And I did all of this in my panties.

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To continue my thoughts from the last post, the kicker for me is being alone while on these trips - something I hate. The appeal of the Internet is the easy way of connecting with others, and that then makes the idea of meeting people IRL even more tempting. Conversely, I like being around people, but hanging out with folks from work is the last thing I want to do on these trips. I'm not looking forward to January when one of my co-workers will be going with me for at least one of the trips.

So the trip for next week is booked, only four days instead of five. What's on the after work agenda? Running two or maybe three of the nights for sure. I do have some Christmas shopping to do, so I should plan a trip to the outlet mall. There is also a Jai Alai arena there. I've seen the sign while going to the airport and thought about going to see a match. And I've never driven through Ft. Lauderdale or Miami, so that could be something to do. There's a Blockbuster nearby, so there's renting a movie or two.

Might be making another trip next week for a couple of days - just tentative at this time. If I do go, I need to plan my time better. Last week I kind of let my lust guide my after-work activities. Sure, I ran two nights (and haven't' had a chance since then). But I want to do more that just run and hang out on the Internet all night. I can't make going to that Starbucks a too-frequent event - there's more to life than being "that weird guy." I wish there was some sort of fetish group that met there so I could be just one of many weird people.

Over the months I've been chatting with another crossdresser that lives very close to the hotel at which I stay. We've never met IRL, and I'm not sure he's seen any of the pictures I've posted here or at my FetLife profile. The small pictures I've seen of her are very nice - she makes a much better CD than me! We were supposed to meet last week while I was out on a run and shw was walking her dogs, but our paths didn't cross as I was looking for the wrong person. Anyway, we toyed about going to one of the adult stores or to one of the CD/TV nightclubs in the area. Part of me wants to, part of me doesn't. I mean, she's so much better looking than me in girl mode that I'd feel awkward as I'm not passable. And the thought of being with her at either of our places is kind of uncomfortable as I've never been alone with another CD before. Not to say that anything sexual would be on the agenda. I'd be more comfortable if there were another CD/TV or (even better and especially) a woman.

I've also been chatting with a M/F couple from FetLife. He's a Dom and she's his sub, and they were looking for someone to dominate by phone. After a few weeks of e-mails as Yahoo chats, we did speak by phone last week. They certainly fit my bill for compatiblity. I told them that if we were ever to meet, I'd be subservant to both of them, and I'd do anything to serve Her like a princess. So far it's been fun to play like this. Not sure if anything IRL will have the chance to happen.

Hmm, I've seemed to have lost a Follower, but I can't remember who.

Day 3. Here's the sports bra I bought for tonight's run.I first planned to wear this shirt on top of it, but the bra isn't very visible.

So I changed into this white shirt. A bit better.

And after the run - very visible. I know that at least one girl saw the bra when I ran past her and her boyfriend.

As you can see here, the color ran from my sweat.

And now I'm in these shorts.

Stripes

The socks are from American Apparel. They are so much better than the ones from Target.