Women and dressing up in old clothes don't mix. Yeah, sure, we've all seen those pictures of very pretty young things re-enacting QAIMNS or other such, but i'm not actually sure they exist.
To most women (and by that I mean, the attractive ones), dressing up as a WW2 Canadian Soldier holds little interest to them. They get up and walk on the other side of the metophorical street, as it were.
How does one combine one's pleasure of re-enacting with one's desire to find a 'life partner' (pretty young thing, but with a brain)? It's tough. A lot tougher than our hero (me, in case you were wondering) thought. "Hey love, want to check out my turtle helmet" doesn't really cut the mustard when you're vying for fair maden's attention with someone who can bench-press a landing craft and has the support of so many wingmen, it would make the current RAF green with envy.
I haven't found the answer. I did have a conversation with a stunningly pretty young thing (with brain) who admitted she like the renaissance faires 'back home'. She's American. Here was I thinking that I might be able to hold a conversation with her until she kills the conversation stone dead with the phrase "yeah we used to dress up...good times". So I get bowled out by the first girl not to run a mile when she finds out that I too have a thing for dresses...albeit Battledress.
And at what point into a relationship does one bring this little hobby (life obsession) up?! At the start? No bloody fear! If you raise the fact that you spend your weekends going back in time by standing in an field with other like-minded nutters at the start, you'd never get another date, let alone having your helmet felt. Turtle, or otherwise.
No, it's much better to bring it up around date number 3, I reckon. Long enough for her to know that you're not a pervert just trying to get into her knickers (bloomers?) but soon enough so that she doesn't accuse you of hiding it.
Who'd have thought having a hobby would be this hard?
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