Don't talk to me about this!!! My man (being the truest of scotsmen) always wears his kilt for Hogmany. And for special occassions like weddings, but that is rare.
I LOVE his kilt. Specially love it when he wears nothing but a kilt (topless). Yum! And seeing just a slight bit of chest hair through the lace of a Gillie shirt. Mmmmm.
But I should be the only one who gets to drool over him. It's MY man!
Hogmany a couple of years ago, I stood watching this woman chatting up my man. My man thought they were just having a nice discussion about Scottish history, but I could see all the signs. So I got sick of this charade the woman was playing and stood right up close to my man, nodding with the historic discussion (and picturing ramming the womans teeth in to the bar!) and suddenly, out of nowhere, she grabs her phone and flashes it up his kilt!
I was livid!
Now, I wasn't the smallest of women, I'm still not, and I could perfectly easily defend myself in a fight, and I would never, ever start one, as I used to be pretty strong as a female from 2 years of learning how to get delivaries in as quick as possible on my own at my job. I grabbed the woman by the shoulder as she tried to run off with her prized picture and stared down at her (wearing heels made me even more intimidating!). She was frightened, of course, and being the little thin thing she was, she wriggled out of my grasp (I still had my drink in the other hand) and I caught her again by her other shoulder and dragged her to me! The look on her face was quite a sight, like a cat who got the cream and then having it taken away from her.
Now, I would suppose, some people would be ready to knock her teeth out by that point, but I had no need. She was in my grasp and she wasn't going anywhere!
"Excuse me, would you mind deleating that picture you just took on your phone?"
This was followed by "What picture?" - What, am I stupid?
Alcohol tricks the brain in to believing you are invinsible and that facts can be erased just by playing pretend. This woman was suffering these delusions badly!
So I told her that it was MY boyfriend she had just taken a cock shot of, and she just stood there, shrugged and said "Wha'. You?!" looking me up and down as if to say no man in a sexy kilt would ever go out with someone like you.
Charming.
That woman did get her phone back. Only after I deleated the picture myself and got an apology from her.
It's the same shite every Hogmany. So I only go out for it now for the bells. Ideally I'd like to not go out at all, but my man has a tradition set in his ways and itches to go out. So I stay in while he goes out then I meet him for the bells. And if any woman tries any funny sh*t to my man while I am there, then at least I need not hold back as it will be the end of the night, and being barred means very little to me.
So listen up girls! You wanna drool and check if he is a real scotsman? Make damned sure he is single first!
Aargh! I'm angry now!