This morning on the way to work I passed a guy I know. I haven’t seen him in a few years. He’s hot. He’s very cool. Hip. Young. If I was single and a cougar he’d be great arm candy.
The last time I saw him I remember being mortified by my appearance. I was wearing dirty sneakers, jeans that were too long and THAT sweatshirt. Ya know the one. The one with the ratty cuffs and worn down elbows and a dinginess that never goes away. The cozy one that should never be seen in the light of day by another human being besides the person who perhaps holds the dustpan while you sweep the kitchen on a Saturday morning cleaning frenzy. That one. Yes. I was wearing it to a restaurant on a Saturday evening.
So today, I passed by this guy and thought “oh- I’m pretty sure that’s him”… And then I thought- “I should keep walking. He looks good and I’m intimida—- WAIT!!! No I’m not intimidated!!! I’m wearing a teal satin jacket and gold leggings and purple shoelaces! No one intimidates me when I’ve got my Muchness!” and I said hi.
And ya know what? He didn’t recognize me! Until he did. And then he said I’d looked familiar as I passed him but the clothes threw him for a loop. And I agreed. Yup. I got a lot going on in this outfit. My Muchness is showing.