 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Vic at on 19.06. at 14:01:45 - as answer to: Re: new blood at the dance store by D >>-------------->>Sounds good to me. I'll try that and tell you how it turns out.>----------------->Mike, if you are serious about trying this - do yourself a favor and have a pre-printed, xeroxed "costume list" for your "play" with all of the characters' outfits described and your character's costume requirements highlighted. That way, you can hand the list over to one of the female employees and explain your plight while she gathers up all of the dancewear elements. I know it seems like a lot of trouble but it does make it all seem more official and it also may help you to get over your nervousness because, once you hand the list over, everthing is quite literally out of your hands. >Make it a play where it might be humourous for the female part to be played be a male, something like "The Taming of The Shrew". She's probably heard of the play and, even if she hasn't read it, everyone knows Shakespeare = tights. >Like I said, all of these tips worked well for me. >Good luck and I look forward to hearing about your adventures. ...>>>>>>>>The xeroxed costume list idea is a stroke of genius! For my past in-person purchases, it always had to be the second half of October ("Halloween costumes"). Ordering online is always a safe option, but nothing beats the satisfaction of overcoming your fears & inhibitions and going for the in-person gusto! My wife Marie is quite the free spirit, and enjoys helping me conquer (bit by bit) my rather stiff, uber-conservative upbringing. A few years ago, she went with me to the largest dancewear supplier in our area, telling the young, attractive saleswoman that as the result of a supposed "lost bet" (a stupid one about old TV show trivia- made me seem more stereotypically "traditional guy") that I had to be costumed as a ballet dancer for a halloween party! (We thought making me ballerina would be a bit over the top, and that's not my fantasy anyhow). The 20-ish clerk smiled a slight, sly grin, and was EVER so "helpful" to Marie in her task. These two women, one who loved me, one a stranger a generation younger, had a GREAT deal of fun grilling their hapless, "mortified" prey (me) in trying on the various slippers & etc. After making our selections, the clerk turns to Marie, barely flashes a sly grin, and remarks- "Be SURE he wears them around the house for at LEAST 3 hours sometime before the party to break them in!" Marie turns to me & says- "She's the expert, honey. You've got to do what she says!" Needless to say, my heart was about to bang it's way out of my rib cage, and Marie & I could barely make it home before grappling our way to a frenzied, epic, screaming climax! Nothing really beats confronting your inhibitions and forcing your way through them, especially with the woman you love simultaneously taunting and reassuring you. A strange mix to be sure, but a potent one. Please do post the results of your adventure! Best Wishes- Vic Answers to this message:
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