A couple months ago, I was wearing my relatively new skirt. As Mako and I walked by the Pike Place Market in Seattle, some lady said “phew, nice skirt!” I turned around and smiled happily.

Then, I realized that she wasn’t commenting on my skirt..she was pointing to Mako’s kilt.

That was a kind of “lost” feeling that I had never experienced. I suppose it is kind of cool that my guy friend can compete with me on the tastes of skirts but at the same time, I couldn’t be completely happy..