So I was out making my pitch the other day, on a sales call for my company. Waiting for the client to get home (arriving early is an old USMC habit I have yet to break), their neighbor drove up, well dressed and well turned out redhead of about my age.
She let out a long and piercing whistle, and said, "Hot damn, I love a man in a kilt," and whistled again when I raised the selvedge a little to show a half inch of thigh.
I still say, the kilt doesn't make us sexier or more attractive, it just makes it easier to see how sexy or attractive we are . . . but I'm not entirely sure I'm right.













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