Accidental Ambivalence

Fancy Free

One evening in early May, right around the time the weather started to get to the place where you could wear the same thing out at 10 pm that you wore at 4 in the afternoon without freezing to death, Gallagher called me and suggested that I check out a local band at the Pub with her and GFW. A combination of being excited that winter was finally ending* and feeling like I was constantly super-covered-up because of student teaching prompted me to wear a denim miniskirt and a periwinkle blue tank top.

I was sitting in the chair next to GFW, sipping my beer and enjoying the bluegrass-y Southern rock, when I felt fingertips just above my knee. "I've never seen you in a skirt that short," he told me, leaned close to my ear so I could hear him. I shrugged in response; I didn't find anything remarkable about the truth of the comment or about receiving it. "You have nice legs."

I smiled and said thank you - graciously accepting compliments is something that I worked very hard at and almost always manage to do - and pretended to be completely unaffected.

Three weeks later, as I was attending the going-away gathering at the Pub, I realized that since that night, I hadn't once been in his presence in a pair of pants. In fact, other than being in my own apartment or running quick errands around town, I hadn't worn anything other thank skirts since the comment. That night I was wearing the gray dress, and he complimented that too. I decided that dresses were the way to go for the summer and made a resolution not to wear pants again unless it was absolutely vital until September.

So far, I haven't. And if I'm being perfectly honest - and since it's my blog, why shouldn't I be? - I look pretty fantastic in all these cute little dresses. More importantly, I feel good in them. They're flirty and fun, require almost zero thought, and when paired with a cardigan in a fun color and some accessories, there's no reason that I can't wear them anywhere, including work.

Thank you, GFW, for being the inspiration that has led to this boost in my confidence.

*I'm that girl who loves winter for two months, then bitches about it. Then I love summer for a month or so, then bitch about it. Today I found myself thinking about snow and Christmas lights.

Labels: boys, everyday musings, flirting

posted by nicalyse @ 9:47 AM