Every Woman Should Have A Crush...
Because when you have a reason to always look fly, you start to feel that way.
I remember when I first met Corey. He used to come to my plant to work on overhead doors, and the day I met him, I swear to Baby Jesus, I nearly swallowed my tongue trying to figure out what to say. In the end, I didn’t find the words for another couple of months.
However, I did find every single excuse possible to look as jaw-dropping as one can look on the job. I wore every pair of Magic Ass slacks in my closet. Heels, check. Super awesome curve-hugging sweater, check.
Most days, I didn’t see him. But, Lord, on those days that I did, it was worth the extra 45 minutes every day just to watch him double take. That is the most honest compliment that I have ever received. The man who was never anything but firmly under control couldn’t help but look twice, and I must say, I’ll take that over a “your hair looks nice” any day of the week.
These days, due to my blatant disgust with anything of the male subspecies, I find I’m not going the extra mile. Now that I have realized it, it’s time to fix that.
When women have crushes, we put the best version of ourselves out there on Front Street. We’re always looking like we just walked out of our best photo, and really just playing to our strengths.
I need to do all of that, now more than ever. Here is the reason why:
At 41, I’m still rocking it, this isn’t new news. But the difference is, I’m not getting hit on if I leave the house in sweats, versus the me at 20 who could go to Dunkin Donuts in pajamas and come home with 4 numbers and a free coffee. I miss the way that feels sometimes, and I know that I need to afford myself that luxury. I need to treat me like every man I encountered at 20 treated me.
I need to remember, dammit, I’m fine as wine and that’s with or without my Doll 10 lipliner.
Recently, I encountered a younger guy in my travels. I won’t mention the age, but he’s pre-med if that tells you anything. He said this to me: “I know there’s a big difference in age, but I think you are the sexiest woman I have ever met”.
So, after I poked my head with a pin to deflate it, I let myself back into my home through the obviously much smaller doorway and remembered that when I carry myself as though I look like a million dollars, everyone else seems to think I look like a million dollars as well.
There’s something to be said for the way someone carries themselves. Not like I wouldn’t walk into the room as though I own it, because, duh I do…but it’s a whole different hitch in your giddy-up when you have a crush.
So, today, I’m carrying myself like I’m skipping around with a crush again. I’ve found it feels good to my soul.
Ladies, consider it. At the very minimum, it’s going to put a little spring in your step. Be careful not to bounce right out of your stilettos, girls.