Day 38: Beauty Queen

"It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty nine than she was ten years before." Jane Austen

I am twenty nine. And today I was beautiful. You know those days when you walk around, and you're sure that every man you pass is watching you walk past because you look THAT good. Well today was that day.

There were some important people coming to work today, so I put aside the slacks and shape-shifting sweaters, pulled out the new dress and the heels, did my hair and make up, and walked out of the house with the confidence of a woman who could be a part time model (but she'd probably still have to keep her normal job).

Here's the tally: three "Wow, you look beautiful today"(Okay, one of those three was a woman, but I'm still counting it), two whistles (And they weren't ethnic...they were white guys. I never get white guy whistles), three double takes (yes, I looked and I counted), and two guys going awkwardly out of their way to talk to me about something pointless (I like to think they were trying to think of an excuse to come talk to me).

Yes, it was one of those days.