I was out and about yesterday. I drove my car down to San Jose to get it painted (the previous owner had left it out in the weather for a long time and the paint was peeling off).

I was wearing a khaki workman's UK, a black polo shirt, brown belt, brown half-boots, and off-white wool hiking socks. Judging from the majority of the reactions, I must have been projecting an air of authority.

At the paint place, a truck driver came up to me and asked me to sign for a delivery.

After dropping off the car, I walked about a mile and a quarter to the train station to take the train back home. Very convenient since my town's station is at the end of my street.

During my walk across town, some guy shouted from a passing car that I looked beautiful. An older guy was scowling at me as I was crossing a street, but when he got a closer look at what I was wearing gave me a nod as he passed by. A teenaged girl walking to the train station with her mother couldn't take her eyes off me and almost walked into a pole.

At the station, a young guy crossed the tracks to ask me which train goes north. When the train showed up, I was trying to ask the operator a question. I guess she too thought I was an employee and tossed her metal window-placard down to me as she climbed down out of the train.

That evening, my wife and I went to the weekly street faire downtown. The main street is closed off to traffic. It's a really nice affair with outdoor seating in front of the restaurants, food and beer/wine vendors out in the street, a live band and dancing.

One of a couple of young guys on the corner called me a ****** just as we arrived.

Otherwise, I got very few reactions. I got a high-five from a drunk guy seated in front of one of the restaurants. While dancing, I attracted a lot of positive attention from ladies around us (I teased them by doing lots of thigh-revealing spins).

I stopped in a bar to use the restroom. A guy leaning against the wall near the restroom asked me if I was Irish and wanted to know what was up with the kilt. I tried explaining the comfort factor, but he kept implying that I must have some other motive until I told him that my stuff wouldn't fit into the crap he wears and if his stuff fits into "those things" (pointing at his ill-fitting cargo shorts) then good on him. That ended the conversation.

I left the bar and was greeting by an older woman who chatted me up and decided she liked the idea of a casual kilt. I fended off her query about what was underneath. I just told her, "Well, everyone wants to know that!"

The rest of the evening was pleasant until we were leaving. The same two guys were hanging out on the corner where we came in and I got the "******" comment again from the same guy after I passed him. Probably a closet case. I figure I'll be the subject of his private fantasies for the next few nights.

Anyway, a nice day overall.