Girly, I am not.
I've never viewed it as a fault, but maybe I need to rethink that.
I mentioned to Rebel last night that I had a skirt. "Just one?" he asked. Like you're supposed to have more than that? And then I thought about all of my girlfriend's closets. I'm pretty sure they all have more than one.
Is it such a bad thing that I don't like dresses or skirts? I mean what's the point? Due to massive ankle damage I can't wear high heels. So is there any point to wearing dresses? Really? After all, they are just not as sexy when you can't wear the shoes to go with, right?
I don't wear any make-up either. Another not-very-girly thing to do (although I personally think it's the reason I look pretty good at almost-40).
What can I say. I was basically raised like a boy. Being the eldest child in our little hoard of six, I think my dad was expecting... well, not a girl. He didn't know what to do with me. Then when the following 3 behind me turned out to be boys I think I was just doomed.
I do have a sister (who is a little more girly than I am, kinda) but she came along when I was 10 years old and by then it was too late. I hated pink and liked to play in the mud with trucks.
I tried to broach the idea of getting more girly by asking Rebel what we were doing for Valentine's Day. Like a typical male, he has given it no actual thought. How am I supposed to get gussied up if I have nothing to get gussied up for?
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