This week's new shoes:
I like the buckle detail.

Round toe.

Nice block heel. Much easier to walk in than a pointed heel.

Need a better picture of the pants. They're from The Limited and have a pin-tucked front, low waist, and very flared legs. And they are very comfortable! I could wear them all day.

This week's hotel room. Its divided into two rooms.

And here's this week's rental car. A convertible!

I'm in Miami again this week. The flight down was uneventful. I did score a convertible for the rental car this week. I just hope I have some time to drive it around. More later.

TMI Tuesday #183

I haven't done one of these in a while, so here goes:

1. Marriage and children aside, what has been your greatest accomplishment in life? That's a tough on to answer. Running a half-marathon? Eagle Scout? My job (or not getting laid-off)? College degree? They all don't seem too significant in the grand scheme of things.

2. Aside from healthy and happy children, what is your greatest ambition for the future? I want to go back to college to get an MBA. I want to finally fix the garage floor and repave the driveway. I want to run another half-marathon. I want to go to Disney World (Scheduled for next month. I've never been.) I want to keep employed. Again, none of these seem to be too significant.

3. If we were to enter your real name in a search engine, what would we find? My Plaxo.com profile (empty); a reference to a financial advisor (not me); a reference to a lawyer in Texas (not me); a genealogy reference (not me); a donation to my college (me); and then a lot of not-me references. It really depends on how I spell my name - proper name or nickname, with/without middle initial. Same for pictures.

4. Who is the most famous person you ever met (not just in the same room as, but actually spoke with)? John Cooper (former OSU football coach), Eddie George (former OSU football player & Heisman Trophy winner), and Woody Hayes (former OSU football coach). Man, I need to get out more!

5. Parents aside, who is your biggest hero? There are a lot of people that I admire. Growing up near the Pro Football Hall of Fame, we'd go to the parade and the enshrinement ceremonies every year. I'd hear the players and coaches talk about how the game changed their lives for the better and such. Very inspiring when you're six, and still a very positive message from today's inductees. I never played organized football. Listening to these guys talk about the game makes me want to strap the cleats on and toss the pigskin around.

6. Someone once worked out the sexual version of Six Degrees of Separation - Celebrity A slept with B, who slept with C, who slept with D, making as sort of connection between A and D. Are you connected to anyone famous through six or fewer bonks? Depends on how famous. There's a sportscaster in probably less than six. For more than six, I am related to Madonna through marriage. My father's cousin married a woman who's grand father was a brother of Madonna's great-grand father. I just found this out recently.

A while ago JamieLin and I had a short discussion on crossdressing and running, and that made me think of women's running clothes and perhaps why I haven't started wearing them. Crossdressing or not, there are several advantages and disadvantages of men wearing women's running clothes.



Advantages:

1. The tops and bottoms are much more form fitting then men's. Not baggy and loose. I like feel of the trimmer fit.
2. Trimmer fit may be less be less chaffing than looser clothes.
3. Form-fitting clothes usually have some Lycra that provides more support for the jiggly parts, e.g., belly, thighs, and the twig & berries.
4. Trimmer fit does a better job at wicking away sweat.
5. More stylish - colors, patterns, and cuts - and more thought is put into the details.
6. And reviewing men's options for underwear, I couldn't find anything smaller that a boxer brief. Women have available to them bikini styles that are great to wear under running tights or compression briefs.
7. Bun huggers! They fit like a second skin and feel fab!
8. Running tights feel wonderful! Even men's tights feel like heavy pantyhose. And you can wear pantyhose under them for another layer of insulation in the winter (I have many times). And support hose provide some massaging of the legs during and after running.

A few examples of bun huggers. Very short and form-fitting. I like the piping detail on this one.

Another, plain. Front:

Back:

One more. I like the swoosh of color:

Disadvantages:

1. Form fit shows off the bad jiggly parts, e.g., the 10-pack abs.
2. The shoes - since men are usually heavier than women, a woman's shoe may not provide the same support as a men's shoe in the same overall dimension.
3. I can't imagine wearing a wig while running would be comfortable. The body looses a lot of heat through the head, and a wig would just trap it and all of the sweat. Better let your hair grow out if you want to be passable.
4. And better find some sweat-proof make-up if you're so inclined to wear it.

There's the issue of discretion. Looser shorts & tops and generic colors may not draw much attention to the fact that the clothes are women's, but:

1. If you're running a local race in full female mode, its best to be very passable, otherwise you will get a lot of strange looks. And you might hear "Mommy, why's that man wearing a dress?" a lot. By in large the running community is very friendly and supportive, but there's no reason to purposely stick way way out. Keep to places where CDing is much more acceptable (group meetings and other CD-friendly events) (I wonder if there are enough CD runners that there could be an all CD race?). However, there is a guy that does wear a pink leotard, tu-tu and wand to major races every year (there was a short article about him in Runner's World some time ago); and I've seen a guy in a red dress with shoes spray-painted red, too (neither trying to pass). There are some races where many people show up in costumes.
2. Better be in top shape if you're brave enough to wear only a sports bra for a top.
3. Although I very much adore running skirts/skorts, use good judgement to pull it off in public.

Here's some women's shorts that I like. I like them because they are shorter than most men's shorts. And they are better looking than similar length men's shorts. They could be worn without too much notice.

These last ones are generic enough for either men or women:

Here are a few tops. I like them better than men's as they are more form-fitting. Front:

Andit has a really cool design on the back:

This is nice too. Large arm openings without being baggy. The interior bra may be tough to hide though.

And these long and short sleeved shirts are too cool!

Shoes. Other than the pink ones there's really nothing that makes them stand out as women's.

This week's rental car. It looks nice, but it has a worn 32,000 miles on it.

Here's another view from my room's balcony. A few golfers in the distance.

I bought these socks on the last trip, and the shoes on this trip. The panties are from a while ago. I love how they match! I really love the socks!! I wish I could wear them with shorts out and around.

It felt nice to be out in the breeze...

...I can imagine that I'd walk into the store and as soon as my heels made the click-click-click sound on their floor the woman behind the counter would look up and notice that it was me making that sound. As I browsed through the racks of magazines, DVDs, and adult toys, she'd soon realize that I'm wearing heels, women's jeans, a blouse and a bra underneath. When I catch her eye, she almost laughs out loud, but stops herself as she looks over to another salesgirl and nods her head my way. The other girl looks my way, I go back to looking through the DVDs, and in a few moments I hear their muted giggles.

I turn down the next aisle and there are a pair of women also looking at DVDs, one in her twentys and the other maybe in her late fortys. They also notice the sound of my heels and turn to look at me. The older one has a look of scorn on her face, pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows. The younger one opens her mouth as if to say something in surprise and quickly covers her mouth. I pretend not to notice as I look through the rack of DVDs, which just happens to be the fetish section. The older woman picks up DVD after DVD and gives her opinion about it to the other - "Fake boobs on that one.", "Pretty young girl in this one.", "I've seen her in a few other vids, very good actress.", and "That one's not worth that price." As I walk by them she says without glancing up "I really don't think those heels go with those jeans. And try to walk like a lady, please." The younger one this time can't stiffle the "What!" and giggle. I look over and turn ten shades of red as the younger one now is laughing out loud.

I manage my way over to the entrance of the viewing booth area. I walk in and realized that I don't have any singles for a booth. I walk back out to get change from the girl at the counter, hand her a twenty, and ask for change. Without looking up she makes change and says "Here'd ten ones and two fives, ma'am." The other clerk giggles as I walk back to the booths. Several of the doors are closed and I hear the sounds of sex from the monitors as I walk past. I find an open one that looks pretty clean, walk in, and closed the door behind me. The room is about six feet wide and about ten deep. The walls are about seven feet high and there's no ceiling. In the front of the room is a large wide-screen video monitor, maybe 36", with a slot for money to the side. There's also a high-backed desk chair and a trash can. The screen is flashing "Insert money for more time." I feed a fiver in and the screen splits in two. The left half is again split into four squares, each showing a different channel. The right half is a menu of the various themes of videos available, channel & volume control, and a clock counting down the time remaining. I sort through the themes and select "Fetish". Another menu appears showing the tittles, and the left side of the screen shows the first four. One of them shows a pair of women in stockings & heels working on each other with vibrators. I touch that section of the screen and the entire screen now shows the video. I turn the volume up a bit and put another five in the slot. I sit down in the chair to watch, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down just far enough to expose my stripped string bikini panty. I pull out my already erect cock to stroke while watching the video. As I edge close to orgasm I stop to calm down, then repeat several times. Needing more time, I add more money. The women on the screen have been joined by a restrained man who's now laying at their feet. He watches them earnestly, his cock wavering in the air. One of them slightly brushes her toe up his thigh and along his cock, and he arches his back so as to try to push his cock further against her foot. The women laugh at this and she moves her foot up to the other's pussy. "Is this what you want?" she says as if she's talking to a puppy.

"I think it is" I hear, but not from the screen (you knew this was going to happen, didn't you?). I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up. The older woman is standing behind me. "See, I told you," she said looking at the younger girl, "he is wearing panties." The girl said "Oh my god! And he's jerking off in here! Gross!" I try to pull my jeans up, but the woman stopped me and spun the chair around. One of the clerks walked passed the open door and stopped at the doorway.. "I could tell as soon as she walked in that she would be in here jerking off," she said crossly. Again I tried to pull up my pants and say something, but the older woman stopped me. "She seems to be dressed pretty well. Let's see if she is," she said to the others. "Stand up!" she ordered me. I stood up, holding my jeans and with my head down. "No, no, its unlady like to look down. Look up so we can get a good look at you. Shoulders back." She walked around me, examining me from head to toe. She pulled the back waist of my jeans to see the label. " ' The Limited', hmmff. Well I guess that's not too bad. You can let go of them now." I did so and they dropped to my ankles, exposing the stripped sting bikini, black garter belt, and black stockings. "Well, she could have picked a better pair of panties to mach. But then again they always go for flashy panties." She looked at my legs and seemed satisfied that they were hairless and tone. "Shoes" she requested, and I handed her one of them. " 'Nine West'. Yes, they also like those alot too. Not trashy, stylish, and well made. Very good."

"Entertain us!" the girl said, "I want to see some cum!" I looked at the woman. "Make some for her then," she stated. I was deeply embarrassed by this, my cock getting more flaccid by the moment. What should I do? I can't really leave like this. How can I? "Come on, play with you clitty-cock!" the girl said clapping her hands beneath her chin. I began to stoke it, pulling my panties down past my balls. "Mmmm, nicely shaved balls this one has!" the girl said emphatically. I pulled at my balls with one hand and continued to stroke my cock with the other. The video had shut off a while ago, but the sounds from the other booths made up for that. The clerk came in and pushed me down into the chair. I leaned back and lifted one leg over the armrest. I continued to stroke my cock. "Use this," the clerk said, tossing me a lubbed vibrator. I leaned back further and pushed the vibe into my ass. It wasn't easy with three women watching me. My cock was going limp again as I got the head of the vibe in. "Oh, look! He's not putting on much of a show. I guess we'll have to call the cops," the clerk said. Hearing this, I began to stroke myself back to a full erection. I plunged the vibe into my ass, letting out an audible grunt. I stroke my cock with one hand, push on the vibe with the other, and rock my hips back and forth. My eyes dart from one woman to the next to see if they liked what I was doing. The young girl's eyes were wide open and a grin was across her face. The clerk had a disgusted look on her face. The woman face had the look of "business as usual".

I was looking intently at the women's shoes as I performed, maybe a bit too much. The clerk said in an annoyed voice "She's going for the shoes, those pricks usually do." "Really," the older woman said, "lets give him something else to play with." She took off one of her shoes, a nice peep-toed pump. The girl gave me her tennis shoe, and the clerk grudgingly gave her flip-flop. I immediately put the pump on my cock, the head in the toe and the balls cradled in the heel. I held the tennis shoe up to my nose and took in a deep breath, letting out a very deep moan. I stoked the pump and the tenny in unison for a time, then took the flip-flop and paddled my ass a few times. This seemed to put a smile on all the ladies faces. I kept this up for a few more minutes, but the sensations of the vibe, the pump on my cock, and the intoxicating odor of the tennis shoe were just too much for me to control. I started cumming in long ropes of semen through the peep-toe onto my stockinged legs. The orgasm made me shake and quiver, I had to slump back into the chair. The vibe buzzed away while I cooled down. I finally looked up to see the women's faces - the girl very amused, the woman with a satisfied grin, and the clerk looking around for a mop.

"Get your clothes on, hunny," the clerk said.

Once again I'm writing this in the airplane on my way to Miami. The terminal in Philly was unusually warm for it being cool and rainy this morning. Here's a picture of a cute girl that sat across from me eating cereal with her sister. I was hoping she would take off her shoes, or at least dangle them while we waited, but no luck. We boarded on time and sat on the runway for about an hour.

This week its a Tuesday through Friday trip as I took last Thursday, Friday, and yesterday off to drive out to Ohio for a long Easter weekend. One highlight of the trip was a visit to the Professional Football Hall of Fame. I used to go there quite a bit when I was a child, and I haven't been there in about 10 years. If you're in the area it is worth a visit. I also stopped at Ben Heggy's to feed my chocolate addiction.

Other than work, the activities I'm planning for this week's trip are running Tuesday and Wednesday nights, and going to see Beer Wars at the movie theater Thursday night. Its a documentary and discussion on the craft beer industry. I think they could have picked a better tittle for it.

As for other crossdressing activities, I brought down a different outfit that I had been over the last few trips. This time its a pair of jeans from The Limited that I'm on the fence about. I'll take some pictures and let you be the judge. I like the rivets on the front, but I'm not real thrilled about the back side. And I do want to buy a new pair of heels. Maybe that's what the jeans need. Anyway, I think I want to go back to that adult store from the last trip. They probably see enough strange things in any given day that a guy in women's clothes probably doesn't phase them, and I won't mind if it does. I just need to steer clear of the guys that hang out near the viewing booths. Now if they were women I wouldn't mind the attention...

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It is stuck in my head!

Hope everyone has a great Easter & Passover! I won't be back in the blogsphere until Tuesday April 14th.

I'm back from warm and sunny Florida (its supposed to be 91F today) to rainy Philadelphia. This past week's trip was pretty good. Work went fast, and, with no laptop I had lots of time in the evenings.

The first evening I showered, shaved, put on a pair of stockings, panties, a bra, women's khakis, and a shirt and went out shopping. I went to a shoe store first to see if I could get a cheap pair of heels. As luck would have it, there were a few pairs in my size, however, there was a mother & daughter there also looking for heels. The girl had large feet as each size she tried on were too small until she got to my size. Not wanting to try the shoes on in front of them, I browsed around hoping they would either quickly buy a pair or leave. They did neither, so I left. My next stop was Target. I had seen garter belts there a while ago and now I had some time to really take a good look. Nothing to spectacular, and they didn't carry proper stockings. I checked out the shoes, but the heels I liked didn't go up to my size. I did find several styles of thigh-high tube socks - just the thing I've been looking for! I bought a pair, and I don't think anyone noticed what I was wearing.

Next I went long for an adult store to buy something to help pass the time. After driving around for too long, I finally found a place (can't remember the name). They had a small selection of magazines (they did have Leg Show, though), a large selection of novelties, some DVDs, and an area with viewing booths. I like the preview booths - for a few bucks I can scan through a large number of videos. I don't like the booths as there are always a few guys hanging around looking to share a booth with someone or to look in at someone in the booth. It would be different if there were women doing that. I made sure the booth I used had a good door lock and no holes in the walls. Then it was back to the hotel to "read" the new issue of Leg Show. As I mentioned in a previous post, the magazine's quality has gone down. This issue was not much different. Sure, the women were beautiful, but the photographic reproduction really detracted from that.

Tuesday night I was very tired and didn't do much after work other than eat and watch TV. Same for Wednesday night. I did run Monday and Wednesday nights in that perfect weather.

Ever play solitaire? Does that Juice Newton song "Queen of Hearts" get stuck in your head when you do? It does to me.

And please, please, please put the cap on the pen (or click it to retract it) when you're finished using it! Come on people, is that really too much to ask?! Really?!

Week number 5 in Florida will begin on Monday. This trip will be a bit different as my laptop is in the repair shop. Traveling without my laptop will make this trip somewhat difficult. No way to access work or home e-mail, no way to surf the net in the off hours, and no way to post. So you may not hear from me until next Friday. The shop said that if they can fix it on Monday, then they might be able to ship it to me for Tuesday or Wednesday.

Now today is the tired post. Last night I ran another prediction run with the running club. I was waaay off in my prediction, so no prizes this time. When I run later in the evening like last night, I'm usually too pumped afterwards to fall asleep at a decent time, and I'm restless all night. So today I'm sleepy.

Next week I'm back in Florida for another week of work. I've found at least one shoe store and a few clothing stores in the area, so I may go on a small shopping spree to keep me busy during the week. And my cell phone provider replaced my cell phone this week so I'll be able to post some pictures. Suggestions for either clothes or photos are appreciated!

Yesterday was the "Complaining" post. Today is the "Bragging" post. I finally received the judges' score sheets from the homebrew competition a few weeks ago. The bourbon barrel porter I brewed won 2nd Place in its category with an average score of 42 out of 50. This is the highest score I've earned so far of the three awards I've managed to win.

One judge said "I could drink this all night - not a daytime beer. A sipper - one to enjoy with a desert of chocolate or creme brulea (sp)...".

Another judge wrote "An excellent example of the base style and of the sub category. I wouldn't change a thing. Save some to enjoy a few years from now. You can also send me some if you like :) "

All these complements and a big red ribbon to boot! What more could I ask...

The medical establishment system in the United States is crap! No, I don't mean the quality of care - that's A-1. I'm talking about the billing side. In January I had inguinal hernia surgery. Prior to it, I called both my insurance provider and the surgery center to get a cost estimate. Neither could provide that info. Both said that can't foretell the specific costs until it occurs. They couldn't even give a ball-park estimate (~$2,000 to ~$7,000, or ~$10,000 to ~15,000, etc.).

Now that it's been eight weeks since the surgery and my insurance provider has paid the bill, neither party can give me an itemized bill. The insurer said that they don't have the itemized bill. Are they kidding me? Do they routinely just pay any bill that comes to them without reviewing it for appropriate charges? Are they overpaying or underpaying? Were there mistakes on it? I would think that these are important questions to raise when paying out large sums of money. Apparently not.

So I called the surgery center. Same story. "We sent the bill to the insurer and they paid it. What more do you want?" they said. I asked if there was any way to get a copy of the itemized bill. "Nope, we don't have it," they said. I said that they must have some detail around the bill they sent to the insurer. They said their corporate office should have it. I asked for a contact at their corporate office. Nope, they wouldn't give me that info either.

So I'm concluding that there is no oversight in medical insurance. And not even the patient is allowed to know what's going on.

Its hard to be bad. I started off my evening after work with a run of about 4-1/2 miles, all the while thinking about what to eat for dinner. When I arrived back to my hotel room dripping with sweat, I logged on to the Internet to surf while cooling down. Looking at some Flickr porn, naughty thoughts entered my mind. What if, instead of just dinner after showering, I put on some stockings and shorts and find a nice adult bookstore to shop at. That certainly got the blood rushing to the nether regions. I pulled out the local directory, found a nearby 'novelty' store, and Googled the directions. After showering I went to find my tan stockings, and then remembered that I left them at home for this trip. I did, however, have a pair of white short-shorts and a navy-blue striped string bikini, perfect for showing off. And I also left the bras home. Oh well, I can make this work.

After driving for 15 minutes, either the directions were wrong, or the place went out of business. No fun for me tonight. I then drove around to find some fast food and came back to the hotel to eat. No fun tonight. If I had left earlier, I could have made it to a shoe store to try on heels. Or to a clothing store to shop for panties or something else. Even the Starbucks were closing. So no showing off tonight. I'm somewhat of an exhibitionist. It would have been fun if some female noticed my striped panties under those short-shorts - a laugh or giggle, anything. It would have been more brazen to have worn the stockings, even heels. A bra would have shown up nicely under the white polo shirt I wore. Next trip.

Who writes your blog? Apparently a woman writes mine... but does she love shoes?

Just arrived back to the hotel after watching "Watchmen" at the theater. Spectacular! Amazing film! I wish I could say more, be more descriptive, but the writing muse is just not sitting next to me tonight. Loved the soundtrack. And I could have done without the circular saw in the jail - that just made me too squeamish. Not for the kids.