I’m just wondering. Is there some unspoken rule that I have to look like ass when I go to Starbucks and the Firemen are there? (There’s a station nearby) Cause seriously, it happens EVERY FREAKING time. I had just gotten done working out with my friend and we made our ritual trek 100 feet to go get coffee afterwards. I’m in capri yoga pants that hug my every curve and dimple–not to mention shows off my so-white-they’re-transluscent ankles. My bra has decided to adjust itself in a manner that I now have four–count’m, four–breasts. My hair is pulled back into a little fro bag puff, and my face is purple/red from an extra hard workout. So not only do I look like ass, I probably smell like it too.
It’s just my luck. I mean I’m so tired of always running into them looking bad, I’ll drop by Starbucks when I try to look good. Makeup, cute outfit, and smelling Lovely (Sarah Jessica Parker tells me so.) But do I run into the entourage of firemen those days? No. I see grumpy baristas and men old enough to be my grandfather. Sigh. One of these days the stars will align.
So since everyone is off to RT and there’s only a few of us who aren’t going, we’re holding a Left Behind Writing Challenge. It’s basically just writing out butts off this week. There’s just a few of us now Amie Stuart, Emma Petersen and I. If you’d like to join, you’re totally welcome! Make a daily challenge and meet it! My goal is to finish this futuristic/shifter. It’s gonna be muy caliente.
All right, and I’m leaving you today with like my favorite song/video right now. You should watch it, it’s such a great song. This is a live version of Moses by Coldplay. Remember, the lead singer is Gwnyeth Paltrow’s husband, so he’s not on the market. Damn.
I always had that kind of luck. Although you and Crystal are the only ones I know who keep running into whole teams of firemen when it happens lol. Usually its just one random cute guy and no makeup for me-which is bad enough IMO
Bwa! You poor thing… here’s to next time! ;)
You poor girl. But you know, those yoga pants might be memorable. We have one old geezer in my writer’s group that keeps dressing all his heroines in a stretchy lycra costume. . . he saw it on a woman back in 1983 and it made such an impression on him. . .yada, yada, yada!
I had that problem when I was single. As a hairdresser, it was always the days I looked like ass when all my hottie clients liked to come in… Here I am, no makeup, a ponytail day, (or whatever variation I did with my short hair), and BOOM, there they came, one right after the other… All grinning and happy to see me.
Obviously, none of them asked me out…
Shellie,
You may be young, but you still have plenty of time to try all the vanilla things on my TT blog list. LOL.
Take heart, Shelli! I’m sure four breasts is a definite check in the plus column. ;)
Its Murphy’s Law, isn’t it?? ;)
I’m with Jennifer. The more girls come out to play…the happier they are. LOL.
You know, my husband didn’t see me looking all nice when he met me the first few times.
He fell for me anyway. In fact, he went head over heels for me after watching me take down dry wall with a sledge hammer. Don’t ask, honey.
I’d rather have a guy ask me out when I’m in sweats and looking not so fresh because then I know he’s really attracted to me…not my control top panty hose.
You just be YOU. There’s someone really special out there for you.
I agree with Jennifer. One day the perfect man is going to trip all over you when you least expect it. My mother always told me beauty starts on the inside. Those words have always remained in my mind. I’ve met you in person and seen several pictures of you. I’ve never seen one that you didn’t look cute as a button in!