So there I was.... typical Wednesday morning, running errands at Target. No makeup whatsoever; hair atop my head in a big nappy ponytail; wearing mis-matched sweatpants and sweatshirt; and feeling completely "incognito".
And it's almost Spring here, you see, and the sexy sandals had me at "hello", so I had to try them on. So, I'm prancing down the shoe aisle (still wearing my socks - it's cold after all), bedecked in my baggy sweats, socks and ..... Sexy Sandals.
And all of a sudden I hear my name being called. Yes, without a doubt, someone has spotted me. I turn around and stumble slightly (still in the sexy sandals remember), and who is it but one of the Popular Pretty Girls from my high school. Someone who I not only hadn't seen in 23 years, but someone who had not even given me the time of DAY back in high school.
So, I teeter over to her in my Truly Pathetic getup (blushing, of course, because I knew full well how embarrassing I certainly look) and we chatted for a good 10 minutes. It was actually a very nice conversation. Turns out we live not far from one another at all. And, she has turned into a Quite Nice person over the past 23 years. Who knew?
Just goes to show you two things: 1) you're really NOT incognito when you leave the house without makeup... people really DO recognize you, even if they haven't seen you since 1985... and 2) even conceited Pretty Popular Girls from high school can change completely and become really really nice.
She asked for my number and the end of our conversation, and I gave it to her. I hope she actually calls. It would be nice to see her again.
And it's almost Spring here, you see, and the sexy sandals had me at "hello", so I had to try them on. So, I'm prancing down the shoe aisle (still wearing my socks - it's cold after all), bedecked in my baggy sweats, socks and ..... Sexy Sandals.
And all of a sudden I hear my name being called. Yes, without a doubt, someone has spotted me. I turn around and stumble slightly (still in the sexy sandals remember), and who is it but one of the Popular Pretty Girls from my high school. Someone who I not only hadn't seen in 23 years, but someone who had not even given me the time of DAY back in high school.
So, I teeter over to her in my Truly Pathetic getup (blushing, of course, because I knew full well how embarrassing I certainly look) and we chatted for a good 10 minutes. It was actually a very nice conversation. Turns out we live not far from one another at all. And, she has turned into a Quite Nice person over the past 23 years. Who knew?
Just goes to show you two things: 1) you're really NOT incognito when you leave the house without makeup... people really DO recognize you, even if they haven't seen you since 1985... and 2) even conceited Pretty Popular Girls from high school can change completely and become really really nice.
She asked for my number and the end of our conversation, and I gave it to her. I hope she actually calls. It would be nice to see her again.
1 comment:
OH So funny.
We will always get caught looking our worst!!
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