Most Emasculating Experience This Week

I have a favorite exercise shirt--a white and gray tank top that I wear constantly. I left it at Bonny's the other day, but I purchased another temporary replacement. The point is, I have been wearing this tank top quite often and have developed somewhat of a tan line.

Saturday afternoon I went for my usual weekend bike ride -- a quick 10 miler. Everyone in Hawaii exercises, and does so with very few clothes. To fit in, I shed my shirt for this ride. Halfway through, a truck filled with local teenagers passed me on the road. I could piece together what one teenager girl said by reading her lips and interpreting her gesticulations. The phrase that made the whole back of the truck look and laugh seems to have been something like: "I thought that was a girl."

I cycled home in tears.

Apparently, the combination of what could be called ampleness around my middle with the tan line from the tank top (which, as I looked at in the mirror at home) does look remarkably like the tan line of a sports bra. I also noticed, that if I were a woman, I would have some smoking hot hips.