
I know a woman who wears jeans, t-shirts or fleece and sneakers all the time during the week.
So do I.
We had lunch together one day last week and she was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a fleece.
So was I.
The conversation eventually got around to why she was all slumpy acting.
Her: I don't know. Something is wrong but nothing is going to change so I guess I should get over it.
Me: Da hell? You just told me absolutely nothing.
Her: I know...I just don't feel like a woman anymore. I don't feel...you know...sexy. That's why I dress like this. (She plucked her fleece as she said it.)
Me: Um...you know I'm basically wearing the same ish right? And I'm sexy hell.
Her: (noticing what I'm wearing for the first time) Oh...yeah...you are huh?
Me: Yes...I ARE. Do you think I feel like a woman and sexy?
Her: But you are.
Me: I always feel like a woman cuz well...that's what I ARE.
Her: Why do you keep saying ARE?
Me: Keep up...I'm goofy. Do I feel sexy right this minute? Um...not really cuz I'm not thinking about it. It's not the time nor the place so it seems the only disconnect between you and I is that you don't feel like a woman and you think you should be walking around oozing sexytime or something. What's that all about?
Her: I don't know.
Me: Sounds like YOU'RE making up a problem that's simply not there. Like...you have a NEED to find something wrong with you that's so big in your head and such a NON-something so you can't find a solution. Good luck with that shit.
Her: Huh?
Me: Think on it...it'll come to you cuz my food is getting cold and I can't STAND cold food.
So...do YOU understand what I was trying to tell her? Did it make sense? Do YOU feel sexy? If you don't...why don't you?
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