Not quite tights

by Ray

Here we welcome another new contributor. Ray is from Scotland, and he told me this interesting story in the chat room recently. Always on the lookout for material for this site, I asked him to edit the chat log for our benefit. This is the result. - G

Two weeks ago I did a wine tasting for a group of female professionals. I had on a grey kilt, walking socks (down to ankles) and shaved legs. I had worn the kilt as a gentle tease at the number of girls in trousers, and specifically the organiser who always wore trousers.

Towards the end of the tasting, when I could chat informally to the attendees, someone said, are your legs not cold? I said, "What would you suggest? Wear tights like yours? After some general laughter around the table (there were 3 women present, the girl got a bit embarrassed. She said, "Well, not exactly, and pulled up her trouser leg. They were pop socks! Of course, I instantly teased her, saying, "ooh - such a sexy look" and her face went deep red with embarrassment, yet she was also laughing at the same time. 

The evening came to an end, and my wife and I (she was at the same table) made our excuses and left, explaining that we were off for a bite to eat. So we wandered off, looked at some menus in restaurant windows, but gave up and wandered off to a small supermarket "metro" outlet which sold various sandwiches and the like. There we bumped into the girl in pop socks! "Ah!" she says, "so you were trying to shake me off to do your own thing. Now you are following me! I won't take offence". Cue smiles all round.

Last week, I sent out an EMail to the attendees informing them of a future wine tasting. Our pop sock friend responded basically saying, "Yes please to your tasting. By the way, why were you in the supermarket after shunning me? Were you stalking me? I was so put out by you leaving me behind last week that for revenge, I bought some cheap supermarket wine!" This is my pet hate, and she knows this.

So I responded, "No - I wasn't following you. I was so taken with your pop socks that I had to get a pair of my own. Alternatively, I might just have gone to the supermarket to get food as my wife and I were starving!"

I suggested that she send me a cheque for the forthcoming tasting and that was that.

I received a letter yesterday with a cheque. And the letter said, "Ray, Thanks for the EMail the other day regarding the wine tasting. Please find enclosed a cheque as requested. In addition, I also noted how jealous you were of my pop socks (which is totally understandable)! So, as an added extra (a cherry on the cake as it were), I present to you, your very own pair of pop socks! Now I hope you will wear them with pride and show them off with the honour they deserve!" She finished with "Look forward to seeing you and your wife (and the pop socks) at the tasting!"

I was really chuffed, and both my wife and I killed ourselves laughing at her response. (My wife knows I wear tights). So now I am in possession of a pair of tan colour pop socks, brand new with a gentle shine, and have promised to wear them for her at the tasting. I have also pointed out, though, that I won't be in a kilt this time. The pop socks would look silly then.

Who knows? Maybe she will send me a pair of tights! What will my wife say then? I dread to think!