Overheard in the Student Union

**Mr. MacDougall** · 29th October 08, 11:23 PM

Originally Posted by Phogfan86

It's one of two things:

1) Either the babes want you, OR

2) You've become a campus oddity, like the guy who preaches in the union cafeteria or the little old lady who wanders campus, looking for her long-dead husband who was a Classic Lit professor.

I suspect it's heavily weighted towards 2.

**Derek Conley** · 30th October 08, 03:42 AM

Originally Posted by CPOBull@Comcast.net

Have gone out in the evenings in kilt, once full in a Prince Charlie to a restaurant and got somewhat hostile distant questioning looks from males

Oooh... flat-out jealousy from their end, it seems!

**Highlander31** · 30th October 08, 04:25 AM

The power of the kilt.

**beowulf67** · 30th October 08, 05:05 AM

The next time you wear your kilt, walk up to the girl and say "I hear you missed me, but don't worry, I'm back now."
What happens after that is up to you. Just use the power of the kilt wisely.

Oh, and it's probably not a good idea to end the conversation with "these aren't the droids you're looking for."

**BroosterB1** · 30th October 08, 09:57 PM

My guess it is #2 as well, alas.

When I was in college I wore a particularly large Tom Mix with what was known as a Montana Roll. This thing was Big, WITH A 91/2" brim.

To make a long story short I spent about six weeks with a headgear arrange met on that precluded wearing a hat. I vanished into the woodwork, no one knew where "the Cowboy with the Hat" went. To make matters more absurd, I still was carrying my knapsack that has a bear bell on it. People hear the tinkle of the bell and would look around expecting to see "the Cowboy with the Hat" and look right past me, shake their heads and pay no attention to me.

**Tetley** · 31st October 08, 12:06 AM

Originally Posted by Mr. MacDougall

I'm normally a full-time kiltie, but for reasons I won't go into here, I've been wearing jeans this week. This morning, while I was walking through the student union to grab breakfast before class, I happened to overhear two girls talking in line in front of me.

"I haven't seen the kilted guy this week. I wonder what happened to him."

I just chuckled to myself. It's true... if I'm not wearing a kilt, I'm invisible.

I had a similar thing happen to me. When I first started dancing Ceroc, I work the dreaded trousers with braces to hold them up. I had braces in several colours, just to give some variety. When I switched to wearing a kilt the braces were unnecessary and it was like I was a completely different person. For weeks afterwards I'd be dancing with someone only to have them exclaim at some point, "Oh, you're the man with the braces."!

Even walking around town. If I met one of the dancers they'd quite often look at me blankly when I stopped to talk. You could see the recognition dawn in their eyes and guess what they would say?

Yes, "Oh, you're the man with the braces."!

People are quite strange sometimes. As the old saying goes, "there's nowt so strange as folk except for thee and me... and I'm not so sure about thee!".

Mark

**GMan** · 31st October 08, 01:59 AM

If I went to blend in, I usually put on pants, but then again that makes me look grumpy because of the comfort level.

And if they see me as an oddity (I am sure many do), I will be known as the kindly Kilted gent, or attempt to be known as that.

**McFarkus** · 31st October 08, 07:58 AM

Originally Posted by Highlander31

The power of the kilt.

Ditto! Kilt on!

**Ian.MacAllan** · 31st October 08, 10:10 AM

Originally Posted by Tetley

. . . People are quite strange sometimes. . .

I think this particular strangeness is well described, if not explained, by the gestalt school of psychology (q.v.).

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**Cherub** · 31st October 08, 10:16 AM

Originally Posted by Tetley

I had a similar thing happen to me. When I first started dancing Ceroc, I work the dreaded trousers with braces to hold them up. I had braces in several colours, just to give some variety. When I switched to wearing a kilt the braces were unnecessary and it was like I was a completely different person. For weeks afterwards I'd be dancing with someone only to have them exclaim at some point, "Oh, you're the man with the braces."!

Even walking around town. If I met one of the dancers they'd quite often look at me blankly when I stopped to talk. You could see the recognition dawn in their eyes and guess what they would say?

Yes, "Oh, you're the man with the braces."!

People are quite strange sometimes. As the old saying goes, "there's nowt so strange as folk except for thee and me... and I'm not so sure about thee!".

Mark

I'm another with a similar experience but it was a fedora that i wore to gaming cons, without it nobody recognized me.