A Woman's Wager

"Yeah, well, I suppose they do, but that part of it doesn't really matter. It matters more to me how I feel. If you tried dressing as a woman yourself, you'd understand how I feel. It's how it makes me feel inside, bringing out the real woman in me, and no matter how you think I look, I feel pretty and sexy," he said twirling around again and again.

"Hey, look at the time," said Ed. "I'm late for, uhm, something. I'm sure I have an appointment with someone, somewhere. Listen, it was nice to run into you. Give my regards to Linda. Let's have a beer sometime to catch up. Okay? I gotta go. I got to run."

"We can have a beer now. I'm done shopping. I can just head up to checkout, put the stuff in my car and there's a bar across the street. We can talk football. Hey, how 'bout that Super Bowl last month, huh? That was some game, wasn't it?"

"Now? No, I have to go. I don't have the time to grab a beer. Sorry. I have to go now. Sorry. Bye. See ya," said Ed leaving his carriage of food and practically running out of the store.

"Ed, you forgot your carriage. Don't you want this food? Hey, these are nice brussel sprouts he picked out. Ed? Ed!"

Gees, was it something I said, thought Jake. Maybe he didn't like my outfit, he thought looking down at himself. I knew I should have worn the other handbag. This pocketbook just doesn't go with these shoes. They clash. I'm so embarrassed that I'm not as coordinated as I should have been. Maybe, before heading home, I should hit the mall and pick up another outfit, something for the spring.