Calvinism spelled the end to Lord Byron's sanity. lol
I have a funny story. Y'all already know I'm a punk rock girl. I was hanging out with my ESFP best friend Shorty and my sis LadyJaye, when a friend of Shorty's shows up and says "Hey, y'all wanna come out for some fun?!" Heck yeah! So we piled into his car and drove out into this part of town that was remote, somewhere we'd never been before. It was a club tucked back off the road.
When we pulled in, there was nothin' but Camaros and trucks in the dirt parking lot. LOL I was like, "Oh my goodness..." but Shorty's friend dragged us all inside the cowboy club. All heads turned to stare. Why? Because I was wearing a black Harley Davidson t-shirt, cut-off shorts, biker boots loaded with chains and straps, and had a big skunk stripe in my hair. I thought for sure this would be a terrible idea, but Shorty pulled me off to the side and de-punked me a little, which was apparently unnecessary because when I reappeared, a good-looking cowboy grabbed my hand. It was the caller. He winked, smiled really big and said, "We don't get mucha your kind 'round here.... COME ON, BEAUTIFUL!"
He pulled me out on the floor and danced with me. It was a lot of fun. I was laughing the whole way through. Of course, I was a nervous wreck when I walked in - my urban attitude was to be on guard - but after the caller grabbed me, that put me in the "acceptable" category.
It was much the same way when I went into diesel. I scared the heck outta the guys when I first arrived just based on my appearance, but they respected our foreman who's given me the big thumbs up, plus when they realized I was a nice sociable girl, they warmed up to me right away.
I had no idea I freaked them out until one of them -- one of the most archetypal tobacco-chewing, belt-buckle-wearing, drawly country guys around -- told me so months later. He put his arm around my neck as we walked, said "We pick on you because we like you. You're like our sister. Only not."