I told her it was for my "girlfriend." I said she has a "performance" tonight and needed one, and had asked me to pick one up for her because I was free and she wouldn't have a chance to get to the store in time.
The saleslady asked, "OK, what's her size?"
Damn, you called my bluff. "Um, I, uh, I don't know. She's the same size as me." Yeah, right. "So what size is that?" "I don't know. Large?"
The saleslady said, "What color did she want?" I said, "Um, I don't know, any old color will do, I guess, doesn't matter."
She probably thought to herself: "Men! They're all alike." What she said to me was: "Oh, it should be something pretty! Here, let me find you a nice pretty color. She handed me a raspberry-colored leotard. I'm not kidding you, it was raspberry. I gladly bought it, took it home, and wore it with great pleasure. She was right. Raspberry was a lovely color for a leotard. I wouldn't mind getting another one of that color, but I don't know if they make them any more. I gave away my first leotard to a stray girl who was crashing on the floor of my apartment for a week, a few months later. I have to admit it looked way better on her than it ever could on me.
>>Hey, some of us guys are dancers. And we think nothing of going into a dance store and buying large size items. Who do you think they're made for anyway?>Yeah, but it's much more of a turn on to pretend that you're buying them for an imaginary girlfriend!!![/i]