Girly Girl

We all know them. They’re the girls who dress up to go to the gym, the ones who wear dresses on the coldest of cold days, heels in snow.

I’m not really one of those girls.

I’m the one over in the corner, jeans cuffed, chuck taylors scuffed, tattooed, filling out my NCAA March Madness Bracket. I make better friends with guys, and I make “That’s What She Said” jokes pretty much on the daily. And I am sure you’re annoyed with me.

Wearing workout clothes to not only the gym or the trails, but the grocery store, the library, and sometimes even the bar, well it just comes natural. I would rather watch sports, play sports, or even read about sports than do my makeup in the morning, much less to go to the gym.

If I’m going to a party, or work, or anywhere, I will find a way to wear a tshirt and jeans. Even if I have to wear a fancy tshirt.

In any case, it is not an act. I’m not trying to be one of the guys it just happens to work out that way.

I prefer a good beer to a fancy schmancy mixed drink. Even with my gluten intolerance. I’d pick a steak over a salad, or just put the salad on the side.

I still love to wear a pretty dress and get all dolled up for a night out, and it makes me feel happy when someone tells me I look good, not just when they’re surprised to see I own a dress.

And guys, my laughter at your dirty jokes and the fact that I will help you get any girl in the bar doesn’t excuse your ignorance of my femininity. I am a good friend and will be one to you but not if you abuse it. Just because I don’t have an ulterior motive to make you my boyfriend doesn’t mean you get to walk all over me.

Yes, I get really into NCAA sports and I know a lot more about a team than just their uniform colors and no, I probably won’t order a salad if we go on a date but I am a warm blooded, full blown girl. Please don’t forget that.