Last weekend I went to Northern Michigan for my cousin's wedding. The ceremony and reception were amazing. Beautiful and simple and elegant. I had loads of fun catching up with my family, cousins and Aunts / Uncles. I don't see my family very often and every time I do I'm reminded that I have a superbly fantastic extended family.
I flew home Sunday night and contacted a friend to see if he wanted to meet me for a drink. My car was parked at the airport and I thought it would be fun to extend my vacation a few hours at one of the cool local neighborhood bars. He agreed and so we went to Brooklyn Girl in Mission Hills.
I hadn't seen this friend in a few months and there was lots to catch up on. The conversation was good and the drinks and food were fantastic. At one point in the evening the talking turned to relationships and dating as I suppose more often than not, it does. I told my friend I just couldn't do it anymore. A few recent happenings just sort of did it in for me. Although, the wedding did reaffirm my faith that true love can happen and Cinderella stories still exist. My friend listened intently and made a couple observations / suggestions. He said I shouldn't write the end of my book, because frankly, you can't. He said in a round about way, that I'm an amazing person, but maybe I ought to try and put forth a little effort every now and then. Reading between the lines, I believe he meant that the next time I go out I should try to put on something nice, leave the track jacket at home and maybe even wear some lipstick; show off the confidence I exude while riding my bike...
My first reaction was pretty defensive... "Well, that's not who I am!". I can certainly put on a dress and look nice, but I do that on special occasions (i.e. wedding!). But now that a few days have passed I think my friend gave me some pretty damn good advice.
So, I'm wearing a skirt today at work and I put my only pair of heels in the car. After work, I'm making myself look nice and going out with a girlfriend. Maybe at age 38 and 10 months I ought to try and be a girl. "They" say do things that scare you... well, this scares the sh*t out of me! I'll walk into the restaurant like I own the place... and if I fall on my ass then so be it. Might make for a good Part 2 to the story.
Cheers!
Mer
