Going Pink by Merlyn

One evening last fall Michael and I were on a mission. Michael needed a pink purse to go with his pink dress that he wanted to wear to a drag show.

We had already been in about 10 stores and he thought everything we looked at would clash with his pink dress.

We walked into a women's store on the 16th Street Mall, and Michael asked this young girl if she had a small pink purse. She looked everywhere and could not find one that Michael liked.

Michael and she talked about the outfit he was going to wear and her eyes lit up. “I have a pink purse that I love, but it is covered with fuchsia panty lace! Would you like to see it?” Michael nodded yes. She had it high on a shelf in back of the counter over the register. I think she had hidden it so she could buy it for herself when it was time to mark the price down. Michael took one glace at it, and I knew he wanted it until he saw the price of $40.00.

I never thought I would be standing next to a man in a women's clothing store while he was talking to a young girl about how, if he wore long fuchsia gloves, the fuchsia panty lace purse would look great with any pink dress.

All the time they are talking Michael was fondling the lace and playing with the purse. I was sure he would break down and buy it until he handed it back to her and said he could not spend $40.00 for something he would only use one time.

I told her I would buy it for him and gave her my card.

When we got home Michael said he could not let me pay $40 and tried to give me the money. We settled on splitting the $40.00.

That's the story of how I got to be part owner of a pink panty lace purse. 

About the Author

I'm a retired gay man now living in Denver Colorado with my partner Michael. I grew up in the Detroit area. Through the various kinds of work I have done I have seen most of the United States. I have been involved in technical and mechanical areas my whole life, all kinds of motors and computer systems. I like travel, searching for the unusual and enjoying life each day.