My date to the Men’s Wearhouse was nothing short of amazing. We first went just so that she could convince me that I looked good in a bow tie but then Deonte, the sarcastic fun-loving gent working there, insisted that I also try on a suit jacket.
He grabbed two for me and the second one fit remarkably well. I told him that as soon as I come across a small fortune I will buy it. He said that I would probably have to tailor the pants for $35.
Then, he and an older guy who was possibly the store manager, assured us that they are “more than happy for women to come spend their money here.” Women have shopped there before and I was not the first one to come in looking for a suit for myself. (Of course the first time it happened they really had to shake it off, but now they’re used to it.) It’s so nice to get reassured that my existence is accepted. I think I will follow the same courtesy and tell the next straight person I encounter that I am perfectly comfortable with them being in my presence.
Well I might poke fun, but I am quite fond of my experience there, and celebrate it by putting Deonte as the first cisgendered male on my blog. We went to other stores, so stay tuned for part 2 of my shopping adventure.