So, the fiancée had plans with her girlfriends this past weekend, and despite feeling under the weather I decided to brave the cold to go out and have drinks with friends...and wear my kilts!

Friday night my best friend and I went for dinner, a few drinks at a pub, and then to the Elephant Room to hear a band. I wore my Weathered Mackenzie SWK, a brown cable Knit mock neck sweater, brown wool hiking socks, and hiking boots. I was complimented several times on my kilt and my courage to wear it. Apparantly there was a teacher's conference in town and the ladies were coming out of the wood works. I don't think I'm bad looking, but I never get approached like that when I'm wearing pants! It was crazy. I wear a Celitc knot ring on my right hand, and I switched it to my left ring finger after a while. I got compliments from passers by, guys, girls, wait staff. Even the drummer from the band stopped by to tell me he used to be in a pipe band and wore the kilt. He said he admired my fortitude in wearing it proudly. My friend and I couldn't get a pair of sisters (teachers) to leave us alone!

Only a few downsides to the night:

While walking to the Elephant Room a group of people passed behind us and a guy bellowed loudly several times "REAL MEN WEAR SKIRTS!". I let it go 3 times, but on the fourth time I turned and made a b-line for the guy. Before I got 30 feet from him, his girlfriend, buddy, and buddy's girlfriend turned and left him behind. As I walked up he spluttered "Hey man I meant it as a compliment!". He offered his hand, and despite my desire to kick his teeth in, I shook it and turned to walk away. He muttered something under his breath, and as I turned around his girlfriend walked up to me, stuck out her hand and knowingly said "Thank you, sir." What she meant was, thanks for being a gentleman and not knocking out the teeth of my idiot boyfriend. I assume. I understand before I step out that front door that I must accept that others will comment. I allowed the guy to make his joke, but after shouting it more than 3 times I just couldn't let it go. Pride got in the way, and I had every intention of hurting the guy. I'm glad I came to my senses, but it would have felt nice to teach him a lesson. Being civilised isn't always the easier thing to do.

We passed another group and the girl asked what I had on underneath. I simply shrugged and kept walking. One of the guys shouted as I walked away "He's not a real Irishman!". I shook my head and resisted the urge to explain the kilt's origins, accepting that their simply just are stupid people in the world.

Saturday I wore my Royal Stewart SWK, an off white cable knit sweater, off white wool socks, and hiking boots to a sports bar to watch the Jones vs. Trinidad boxing match with a large group of friends. The kilt was a hit. So much so with the ladies again, that I switched my ring again and tried to ignore anyone outside of my circle of friends.

The compliments are nice, but I do wish I could go unnoticed sometimes. I wear the kilt for me, and attention makes me kind of uncomfortable. I also love my fiancée VERY MUCH and go out of my way to make it abundantly clear that I am not interested in any extra-curricular activities. I think mostly people just want to talk and ask questions, but I think some girls are very attracted to it.

Have any of you had this issue, and how do your wives, girlfriends respond? I know that it is a very commonly held belief around here that the ladies love a man in a kilt, but I would like to hear other's stories.

Thanks. And I had a blast. I love my kilts with my sweaters. What a classic look. And I paired things up based on pictures I've seen here. What a help you guys unknowingly were. By the end of the night Friday, my friend said "Man, I gotta get a kilt!"

I apologize to those of you who are, like me, visual people. We didn't take any photos. Of me, or the girls. I know what you guys were thinking! Pervs.

Peace.