A story of Kilted Attention or: Why I can't go commando!

[Four]

Ahh, what a brotherhood we have, poor us an all of our problems.

How will we ever cope

[GoodGirlGonePlaid]

I would like everyone to know that a cute young thing claimed to have looked under my kilt at the Queen Mary Highland Games.

I believe I was pulling the measuring tape for her Open Stone throw, at the time.

I have no means of verifying this claim, however. *sigh*

...weight for distance.

[Four]

...weight for distance.

lol.... Bravo ::slowclap::

[Alan H]

...weight for distance.

Gaaaa...details, details.

[LitTrog]

Must...not...comment.

Again.

You people are killing me!

All these fallow fields...

[rondo]

Yeah..you realize you're being treated like a piece of meat...

I can live with that... seriously though one shouldn't have to fend off unwanted lewd behaviors. At a Ren Faire I got upkilted by a pretty young lass. I really didn't protest. Gave my wife and I a good laugh when she came out from under me redder than my torrie.
Rondo

[BCAC]

kilted, with a T-shirt, Kilt belt, a tweet cap, and flip flops. (Hey it's Florida)

I'm kind of traditional myself, but for Florida, the flip-flops are appropriate.

Hey, are you guys trying to give Jock Scot a heart attack? Flip Flops with a kilt, indeed! Bah, Humbug!

[Four]

Hey, are you guys trying to give Jock Scot a heart attack? Flip Flops with a kilt, indeed! Bah, Humbug!

I have to keep it from my grandmother, she's ok with alternative styling when it comes to being kilted, and supports my kilting-ness, but she is very against the flip flop look.

But i rarely ware shoes when i'm not at work anyway...

[auld argonian]

Hey, are you guys trying to give Jock Scot a heart attack? Flip Flops with a kilt, indeed! Bah, Humbug!

I think that Jock has made good his escape from this tomfoolery...lucky bastard!

Best

AA

[Alan H]

Once I had a young man get in my face in the grocery store I go to. He was showing off for his friends,a nd was pretty loud about it. I just picked out my frozen spinach and moved on. Next aisle....TP, kleenex, coffee filters. He came 'round the corner and did it again. This time he was seriously in my face; finishing up with giving me the finger, just about ramming it in my nose.

Almost simultaneously, the teenage girl he was with, yanked my kilt up from behind and erupted into laughter.

So I picked the kid up, two hands, by the front of his shirt, and shook him for a little while. Then asked him if he REALLY wanted a date with me, or not.
Then I put him down. OK, well....I kind of put him down. Hey, he didn't get hurt. And then I got the paper towels and moved on to finish my shopping list....cat food. Kitty litter. Peanut butter......

I've only, really had five unpleasant experiences while kilted.

The snotty girl in the same grocery store, on her cell phone.
The snobby guy at the SF Symphony who made comments.
The jerk in Sausalito who thought it was funny to bellow comments at the top of his lungs on the street.
The 4-5 teenage girls on the street in Mountain view who thought it would be funny to flip the kilt up.

obnoxious teenage girls are the *worst*. I figure five unpleasantries versus uncounted hundreds of smiles, conversations and positive feedback? No contest.