So, I’m exiting my street on my evening stroll dressed as always in leggings (black this evening), an oversized gray hoodie, and crocs (baby blue marbled) with ladies ankle socks, and I encounter a teenage girl waiting to cross on the other side of the street dressed in literally the same outfit, except she had different crocs. We inspected each other at a distance for what seemed like an eternity until the light turned, only taking our eyes off each other when we stepped onto the street. It felt like a combination of getting caught crossdressing like I’m 15 again and the awkward moment when two girls are wearing the same thing. In other words, slightly awesome. I would love to know what she was thinking.