Fear of Impending Doom, What Was he Most Difficult Place to Wear Your Kilt?

[The Barry]

The hardest time for me ever was the first time that I went out in a kilt solo. No GF, no pipe band, nothing. I just wanted to be out and about kilted. It took me about a thirty minutes of pacing around the apartment before I just said "ok, let's do this" (to myself) and headed out the door. I was armored with an iPod and sunglasses.

It's been much easier every time since.

[sathor]

The hardest thing for me was the first time out and I had to use the bathroom and realized that I wasn't sure how to keep the kilt out of the toilet for that duration. Stupid missing gall bladder.

[CDNSushi]

"It's a kilt stupid!"[/I]

That should become yer new sig. line, Jamie.

[TexasMcGregor]

The first time I wore my kilt was to a drinking establishment that I frequented. It was mostly a biker bar but had a goodly number of rednecks and good old boys, plus the students from the chiropractic college across the street. Give the mix, I was a bit nervous, but I was known to be somewhat 'strange' and I am 6'3" and weighed close to three hundred pounds(I'm not saying which side I was on at the time). I figured, none of the regulars are going to do anything other than fail miserably at any attempted battle of wits, and if a non regular should try to get physical, I'd have plenty of back up. Still I was a bit nervous. Turns out for nothing.

The bartender, a Swede just had to do a kilt check, twice. The only comments that were not along the lines of 'nice, kilt', were from Nurse J_. He said "You've got bigger b@#$s than I do! And I work in a prison!"

I did get a few comments about 'wearing a skirt' but those just came from buddies who knew better but want to try to get me riled.

The only other time I've been nervous was when I wore it out on a date the December before last. I was not worried about her response, though. What worried me was when we got down to Chelsae's(a coffee and wine bar in Clear Lake) and she wanted to set outside to smoke. There was a wee bit of wind coming off the lake, and I had to hold down my kilt. We soon left there for other environs and it turned out to be a very nice evening.

[McNulty]

It has to be the first day I wore my kilt to school. I was reluctant to leave my car, afraid of the "Gauntlet" I'd have ot run when I came in through thedoors. I got there late and had to run the "Gauntlet" of Freshmen and Sophomore testosterone laden Latino and Gringo males all snickering about the "Guy in the skirt". What normally takes a few seconds to cross took what seemed like hours to navigate and every set of eyes was focused on me, and every voice was whispering a comment, and I thought that I'd died and gone to High School.
At that point in time I swore never to be late for school again.
Now it is no big deal, the students who leered at me a year ago, now expect me to be kilted at least on Fridays, and every once in a while I mess with their minds (which is easy to do) and wear a kilt on another day, like Thursday. I am now kilted Friday to Monday and strive to go for more and push the outside of the proverbial envelope of accepted dress norms. I find wearing a kilt infinitely more comfortable than pants ANYWHERE. I also find that I spend more time getting dressed for a kilt day than any other time in the week. It could be that I am proud of who I am and what I represent (A Celtic Scots/Irish heritage).
Nulty

[robthehiker]

I don't ever remember being fearful of wearing a kilt. Comes from not giving a damn about what people think.

[Jimmy]

The first time I walked up the steps into an aeroplane before Glasgow Airport had moveable staircases that shielded you from the wind, there was no way I could hold the kilt down, it was too windy and I always have been a true Scot
Mental!

[GreenDragon]

I'd say Work was the most difficult place to wear my kilt. Wore it on St Patty's last year.

[sathor]

The first time I walked up the steps into an aeroplane before Glasgow Airport had moveable staircases that shielded you from the wind, there was no way I could hold the kilt down, it was too windy and I always have been a true Scot
Mental!

And now you know WHY they have movable stairs that shield you from the wind.

[BroosterB1]

Z'most difficult so far was a very conservative client who runs a small café. She had seen me is suits, in jeans and boots, even Motorcycle leathers, but never in a kilt.

Some of my merchants had a winter stroll to promote business which I felt I should attend. Because one of my biggest fans of my kilts is another one of my clients (Monica from I'm 50 tat thread), I thought I would go kilted (Irish Saffron, Cable knit pull over, night stalker sporran, and Oatmeal kilt hose, orange crocks <ducks brick from weasel mender> ).

I just forgot about Bonnie and her husband. Ray is pure west Texas oil field if ya know what I mean. And Bonnie is, well Bonnie, part mom, part pure business, part leather, a little lace, ginger and allspice; and a poker stare like a sidewinder. Which is what I got when I walked in. Nostrils flared, eyes narrowed, I was being sized up like a chicken in a coyote den... and Ray, well he just avoided my eyes and looked the other way.....

My wife was enjoying this. Bonnie had a spread of her cooking out, so I bee-lined to the samples. Tasted the Green Chili Stew, really good, so I said so (eyes widened, nostrils tend to normal), moved on to the Red Chili Frito Pie with onions (yum), then to the Pork Carnitas; all real good stuff telling her all the way. By the time I hit the empanadas, she was all smiles, telling me about whose recipe was from which side of the family.

We had other clients to visit so, we said our good nights and headed to the door. Not one question about the kilt. No one said a word; till just as I was almost out of earshot, I hear Roy say "Damn Kilt had no plaid, what family has no plaid?" If I had just worn Gramma's Gordon, he'd of been more comfortable. Who knew?