A feminine moment
It’s fairly established that I’m not feminine, especially in how I dress. My day to day wear consists of t-shirts and jeans. Well, yesterday I had wanted to wear my pink dress shirt with a red tie but the collar is too flimsy and kept scrunching up when I’d knot my tie. Then I remembered that I had bought a couple of silky nylon tank tops for work attire, so I wore the black one (the other is dark pink) under my pink dress shirt. Now why did I buy pink clothes for work? Because although I’m not a big fan of pink, it does look good on me, and when I was shopping I decided I wanted to purchase some feminine clothes.
When I modeled my outfit for my mom, she said that I needed a necklace. I never wear jewelry, but I do own a few necklaces. Immediately, I knew which necklace would work. Several years ago a friend who was born in Hawaii went back there to visit her folks. While there she sent me a package with a t-shirt, some black sand from one of the beaches, pictures, and a puka shell necklace. Despite my general dislike of fashion, I do have an inherent sense of what works with what. So I donned the necklace and the look was complete. I still paired it with dark blue jeans and my Skechers, but it amounted to my most feminine look in a very long time. I thought you’d all get a kick out of seeing me looking feminine.
As you can see, I still eschew makeup. That’s an extremely hard limit for me. heh One of my trainers took one look at me and asked if I had gotten my hair cut. Of course, I said no and I almost said, “I look different because I’m dressed like a girl.” Ha! They still call me Frank, though, which is awesome.
Training is still going well. Just three more days left including today. Once I’ve posted this I’ve got some studying to do. I had a nice little chat with one of the cute boys last night. He’s got that geeky/nerdy look going on and he seems a bit awkward/shy. Something about boys like him turns my crank hard. Of course, that kind of boy tends to be fairly perverted. In a good way, of course. Maybe that’s part of why they’re shy? They’re thinking the most perverted things while talking to a girl and it tangles their tongue? Could be.
Anyway, I really need to stop writing. I’m doing a couple loads of laundry before work and I need to start studying now. So I will.
