I daren't think about what women want. It's just too bloody confusing.
I'm better sticking with my undated (ahem) hairstyle and perfecting my wartime mannerisms than chasing girls. If I keep telling myself that, I might one day ACTUALLY believe it.
After saying earlier that women and re-enacting don't mix, I was actually stating an untruth, a half-truth or just a blatant lie. Allow me to explain.
Depsite what the more manly members of the re-enacting community think, this hobby does involve dressing up. Now, I'm not saying we're all 5 years olds with cowboy chaps and ice-cream dripping from our neckerchiefs, but it IS dressing up, all the same. Now onto my point. Women love dressing up. They do. If they didn't, they'd get married in that skin-tight boob-tube they wore on their first 'date'.
The distinction between 'dressing up' and re-enactment is something called Historical Accuracy. Now, for most re-enactors (or living historians), Historical Accuracy is a stick with which they beat the unsuspecting members of the public with when they go to an event having got 'dressed up'. Or rather, it would be said stick used in said manner if most re-enactors had the balls to stick to their principles. Which most don't. Unless it's on an internet forum.
I class myself in the bollock-less category of late having tried to broach the subject with suitable candidates for the future Mrs Anzio44 role (of which there have been many. I've not got low standards, I just like women. A lot.)
All candidates so far have either loved camping 'and getting silly', 'fancy dress', rennaissance fairs OR have had a picture of them 'dressed up' as something for some occaision (at which the only criteria for getting in are plunging neck lines or greyhound skirts).
When faced with a pretty young thing who's 'dressed up', thoughts of wielding the Historical Accuracy stick go straight out the window.
I know it's early in the year but what the heck.
Dear Father Christmas...all I want this year, are my principles back...
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