Lifestyles of the poor and nameless

...is an interesting little ditty by Gwen Stefani, but what exactly is a "hollaback girl"?

Anyway, this weekend I had a conversation with The Hunter...I had noticed that our communication had kinda fallen off over the past couple weeks and I figured we should just have "the talk" instead of just not speaking and then having him pop up a few months later.

The gist of the conversation was: He finds me attractive, but I'm not his type, and he met someone else. The punch line was that he long ago suspected I was not his type, but just wanted to take these past 4-5 months "to be sure". Ugh. This is not devastating news, but I would have still liked to beat him to the punch. That's what I get for trying to be objective and really giving him a chance. *Sigh* So what's his type anyway?

The Hunter says his type of woman is a "girly girl". Well, no surprise there, I've never been that. For me, practicality and comfort always wins out over fashion. Kinda like Sandra Bullock in Ms. Congeniality. In the contest of sneakers v. heels, sneakers will always win. At work I keep a pair of shoes under my desk in case I need to go to a meeting. The sneakers stay on the rest of the time. I work on the 7th floor. Sometimes I like to walk all the way up from 1. Or I'll take a break and walk for 30 minutes downtown. I'm not doing it with heels on because they slow me down. It's so much easier to run for the train when you're in a hurry (as I usually am in the morning) if you're wearing sneakers instead of shoes. I admire those gazelle-like women who can run for the bus in stilettos without breaking a sweat or falling on their faces.

In handbags v. bookbags, the bookbag rocks. Balancing your stuff on one shoulder just seems unnatural. After all, you have TWO shoulders, right? Then there's the issue of "the second bag". Seinfeld had an episode about it once. If you have a handbag, you always have that "other" bag. If you've got a bookbag, one bag fits all. But everyday I bite the bullet and ditch the bookbag.

Don't even get me started on makeup. My mom doesn't wear any and I have no clue about selecting shades and applying stuff. And I guess I've always been afraid that if I start wearing it, I'll have to keep on going with it because I won't feel comfortable without my "face". So I figure I'll walk around exposed. Hate it or love it, at least you know what you're getting. Did you guys see that photo of Tyra on ANTM last season when she wasn't wearing any makeup? Yikes.

Don't get me wrong...I can wear the hell out of a suit or some formal wear if need be. It's somewhere between sweat pants and suits that I get lost. If I have to go out, I'll dress to the occasion, but since I'm a hermit, there aren't many occasions. And I can't bring myself to do it "just because". So here I am, a study in minimalism and functionality. I'd wear sweats/jeans and a T-shirt everyday if I could. I thrive in winter because when it snows only extremists/eccentrics wear heels and we're all too busy trying to keep our lips from getting chafed by the wind to worry about the other person's makeup.

I'm not one of those girls who expects a guy to be decked out all the time either. If he has a cute face, a nice body and he's clean, I don't really care what he's wearing. I guess I just feel like: in the grand scheme of things, we can always buy/change clothes. But most of us can't afford to buy/change our physical traits. So if he looks good, his style is almost irrelevant.

Nonetheless, I went shopping this weekend with some of my mom's friends. I forced myself to buy things that I would not normally wear--- like capris and sheer shirts--- and colors that I wouldn't normally wear--- like lilac. The trick now, is to actually wear them and resist the urge to either return them or bury them in the back of the closet. For once I would have liked to be an Indian woman....just give me a sari and some sandals and call it a day.

So what kind of "girl" are you?