First of all, I'm going to assume the couples I saw were men and women not just males and females.
Many of the first lessons I learned in the girl's sandbox came on how you had to learn to relay on your senses to survive and even thrive. Communication was the biggest change for me. My entire life, I knew what a woman wasn't telling me, carried the most weight and I had to learn now a new world of glances, innuendos and body language.
Quickly I put together a checklist of how women were viewing me in my the early days out of the closet as a cross dresser. You may remember them from here in Cyrsti's Condo, or Stilettos on Thin Ice. Here are the basics of what I looked for:
- No look at all, or looked right through me. I figured I passed as feminine because women don't miss much from other women.
- The "head to toe" look. The "other woman" made no secret of checking every inch of me out. She knew something might be amiss with the gender picture she was seeing. But she didn't seem to be sure, and most of the time, I was satisfied with that!
- The little "smile". This was a tough one for me because to many women, this is an accepted "inter-gender" greeting and not nasty.
- The little smirk. She thought she was cool because she was in on my "secret".
- The "slut" look. I knew I had gone way over the top in the outfit I was trying to pull off, and so did all the other women. There are a group of women though who live in this group who have very few female friends and need men to compliment their ego. (another post)
- The run, whisper and point female. She just had to get to her nearest companion, point at me, whisper in a ear and laugh. UGLY!
As far as our girl in the yellow convertible, I'm pretty sure all the women I saw glaring at her first and then their male companions, but her in #5. I'm also pretty sure the woman didn't really care!