My Random Blogging Therapy
Last night I applied for the West Jordan manager job. I'm not sure what happened to Susan Spicer and why that opening even exists. If I was to get the job I would take Traxx and save my gas money. Steve from my ward is the Assistant City manager for West Jordan.
Last night I drove to the chapel the Chinese ward used to meet in. They changed their location but I spoke to some white guy. I had to go to Walmart and buy tampons too and I really didn't want to go anywhere but I did anyway because I'm still trying to do my daily service thing and although I drove my mother to DI when she asked me to do that and I told her I wasn't going to do that EVERY day. So I'm there in my Zumba pants, a hoodie and my hair is up in a ponytail sooo TOTAL Zumba look. No make up either. This white guy is totally flirty with me. That is something I noticed awhile ago. When I look like a dog the white men come out of the woodwork to flirt BUUUT that isn't me. I like to dress up, I love makeup, clothes, getting my nails done.
Younger white men tend to like my "natural" look or rather when I feel good about how I look. Strange that when I'm dressed up, have some sweet heels on and my makeup and clothes are on point it is when I feel most natural. Whoever I end up with has to be completely comfortable with that. I'm not going to suddenly lose the makeup, nails or heels. That is why I have a weakness for men who care about what they look like and dress well. That is my friend Curtis to a T. That is one of the reasons why I like his look so much. He is fine AND he knows how to dress and he knows how to look good ALL the time. I like that he does this WITHOUT being a brand whore.
7 O how great is the nothingness of the children of men; yea, even they are less than the dust of the earth.
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