First off, let me just say I have got to get better with updating my blog! I've already had a few other attempts at blogging but I really want to make this one a success. I'll probably post more frequently after the semester is finished (in 2 weeks!).
Ok. Back to the point of this post. So, yesterday me & my roommate/friend Kenya decided to go out to Buffalo Wild Wings. Thursday is 60 cent boneless wings night so for a college student, it's heaven (& cheap!). We ate our wings and mozzarella sticks, caught up with our waitress (who's known us most of college at this point), and engage in conversation about what else? Guys. Relationships.
As we're leaving out the door, we're still kinda in conversation. We barely get outside an all of a sudden I hear an "Excuse me..". I turn around and there stands this FINE man! Tall, light skin (potentially bi-racial), beautiful smile, and beautiful body (strong arms, chest, errthang!), with an Omega Psi Phi (Q-Dawgs) wristband. In my head, I'm gasping. Thinking that this gorgeous man had eyed me and followed me out the restaurant. I was cute. New outfit, hair swinging, belly ring showing. I was sure a guy was approaching me this time..........
*record scratch* I was wrong.
He turned to my friend, dressed in t-shirt and sweatpants with her hair in plaits, and asked how she was doing. Smiling. Doing what guys do when they approach a woman. To me? He shook my hand....I'm guessing just to be polite since I was standing there.
So I stand there in disbelief (& defeat!) as he asked about her plans for the night and even offers to take her out. I think she was a little taken aback by it too. I could tell she found him attractive too. Unfortunately, she has a boyfriend and like anyone in a faithful relationship, she turned his offer down.
After he walked back in BWW, we were talking about how GORGEOUS he was & that even SHE thought he was walking out to talk to me. I told her that I thought so too...& that I needed ugly friends! (She laughed hysterically!)
Ok...
This situation baffled me for the rest of the night. Even though I was the one who looked put together (with a tantalizing belly ring showing), he approached my friend in plaits and sweats. No offense to Kenya. She's very pretty...but how did he know that she didn't look like this everyday? For that night, my self-esteem took a dive.
I guess I'll never understand it. But when I think about it, guys tend to approach me more when I'm least expecting it. For instance, when I go out. I get dolled up for hours and I'm looking good, feeling great. I take a look in the mirror and think, "Damn! I would ask for my number!" I'm expecting guys to try to talk to me.
Nothing. Not a single guy will approach me a lot of nights.
On the other hand, I'll be in dressed in a hoodie and jeans with a beanie on my head and run to Wal-Mart or study in the library. Times when I don't really feel like being approached or even think that a guy will approach me...........A guy will try to talk to me.
?????
I guess the lesson that I've come to learn is that guys aren't quite as shallow as I tend to think they are. If a guy is reading this post--Comment! Help me understand what makes men approach women.
Clearly I'm clueless!
"Live your life in YELLOW!"
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