I ended up wearing a slightly inappropriate short skirt to church on Sunday, but I wore it with dignity. Not sure it got its worth, I mean the big winter parka, mummy scarf, and black tights sort of detract from the hot and don't I have great legs look I was trying to go for. Oh well, if there is one thing that I have learned in life it is that "looks" don't really matter. Not sure why this took so long to realize and after writing it out loud, I am still not sure I believe it to be true. But then again, the girl-next-door attraction is total and complete proof of this. And what about the girls that wear sweatshirts in public, Juicy velour, Coach bags, short hair, and who drink beer? Entirely unattractive in my opinion (okay, fine Coach in moderation is fine, and sweatshirts to the gym are OK). I guess what I have come to understand in my old age is that what I find to be attractive does not always match what others find to be attractive. I guess if it did merely 5% of the population would be married (I think there is a Seinfeld about this where 95% of the population is considered "ugly" and "undateable").
It is a truth that women dress for other women. I am very prone to this, and I recently noticed that my wardrobe while admired and appreciated by many, is not one bit guy-sexy. I don't own much color, I don't have casual outfits, I don't own anything particularly low cut or super short, etc. I guess my version of sexy is a blazer over a dress, or an I heart Mpls tee with a bubble skirt. Always trend-right with a classic flair. But again, I have missed out on understanding what makes men attracted to a woman. Actually, let me rephrase; my lack of understanding extends past understanding what attracts them to a woman physically, it extends to what attracts a man to a woman mentally. If it is not "looks" what is it? Of course we are led to believe that what attracts one person to another is the je ne sais quoi and this je ne sais quoi is only shared between a few key people in our lives that Carrie would say emerge as great loves. I am a believer in the je ne sais quoi, I am just not sure I am a believer in great loves.
And to end, I blame Barbie. I think somewhere in my young age I associated being pretty, classy, and dressing well with being envied. I assumed that if you could pull off those things, you would have a better life. If Barbie could be pretty, classy, well-dressed, a princess, a doctor, a nurse, a babysitter, a model, a lawyer, a flight attendant, and a veterinarian, then why couldn't we? I guess she had that certain je ne sais quoi.
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