Today (Sunday) I had a few returns to make in the Astor Place area of the Village. First stop was the Gap to return a
tuxedo blazer that was too big for me.
Next stop was Starbucks right next to the 6 train subway exit. I walk up to the counter and ask for my Grande Mocha. African American guy next to me drops his money on the floor, picks it up, and goes back to his two other friends that were standing back from the counter. I turn around after the barista swipes my Amex and the guy who dropped his money is staring right at me. He said, "I'm sorry". I didn't say anything back, but I could read the embarrassment in his red face. So I went and stood right at the counter for all three guys to see my
Ralph Lauren Alston boots. All of them are looking at me and down at my shoes. The way I see it, "good. The more people see a guy decently dressed in heels as a man and acting normal, the better the chances of getting this niche accepted." Get my mocha, go and sit and people watch, then leave.
Next stop was t-shirt shopping in the East Village. Need a shirt with some embroidery/design to wear beneath my tuxedo blazer. Shopped for a couple of hours then returned home.
I also saw a guy crossing Broadway and East 8th. He was Asian. About 5'6" tall. He was wearing a black leather studded jacket. AND, a black mini skirt, black tights, and black gothic (non platformed) knee high boots. His whole head was bald with the exception of the one 6" spike coming out of the center at the top of his head. Too bad I didn't have my camera then!