Halloween is next weekend and like most of you I’m going to a costume party. I’m always conflicted about my costume. Do I do the expected witch or whatever or do I go as my own alter ego; your hot, sensual, fantasy older woman? Do I really want to reveal that much of my alter ego to casual friends and associates? Would they guess? Would I end up taking one of them home with me for the rest of the weekend? There’s an incentive!
Halloween is a time for costumes. I wear a costume every day of the year, a respectable New England committee lady in pearls and heels. It’s a costume I designed for myself and wear willingly, one that gives the world a nice safe facade. My alter ego appearance really isn’t that much different; the skirt may be slit just a bit further up my thigh, my heels are higher, my blouse just a bit more sheer. It is the attitude that makes the difference. The attitude of availability and sensuality. The confidence. The expectation of your eyes on me when I cross my legs and give you a flash of stocking top. Knowing that my private smile to you is an irrisistable invitation.
I think I will go to the party as some expected character. If there is someone there who interests me, my alter ego will shine through whatever I wear.
