About 1985, when my wife got the job she'd been hoping for, we just had to go to the company Halloween party. I didn't know where to even begin putting a costume together. Since I wasn't much bigger than her, and I wore my hair kind of long back then, my wife suggested I wear one of her dresses. The day of the party, she insisted.
She told me later that three different people asked her if I was a man in a dress or a woman wearing a fake mustache.
Don't think I didn't tell myself it was time I start lifting weights.