I decided for my first kilted adventure that opening day of the Olympics would be amgood excuse to give to my wife and my boss to wear my new kilt. The wife not so excited because (instill have Tom convince her that the kilt is VERY masculine). My boss and the compan's HR all for it. So far today, nothing but positives, and it started with me riding up the escalator and having a woman behind me say "you make me miss Scotland.". It was difficult to contain my pride, and I have to say I have never felt more confortably dressed (although not fully regimental). I now truly believe that a man's "junk" was never meant to be crammed inside of pants. Freedom baby! Now I just need to convince the wife. I will post pictures later. (of the outfit, not my junk)