I’m not sure what is going on with me….some sort of vibe maybe. I’ve had a few men ask me what I’ve done to myself….short of hitting the gym again….and pulling out some clothes that were in the closet in the guest room, I don’t think I’ve really done anything. One friend who I shall call “Mo” told me last week that if I weren’t his sister from another mother he would have hit on me based on the suit I was wearing to present to the Houston muckity-mucks.
Then today the lady in the mail room commented on my hair, saying she likes it so much better blonde than when I was a red-head. Then she followed up with “you’re such an attractive woman.” Wow, that was really nice and made my day. It’s the little stuff, really.
I sent an apology to four men that I had a meeting with on Monday and felt my comments were pretentious. I hadn’t intended the words to come out that way. I was having brunch with a dear friend, James, at Philbrook Museum on Sunday and a man came up to me, startled me, and said the name of our company. My comment to the gentlemen in the meeting was ” I was really surprised to see anyone from “XYZ” at Philbrook at which point they all laughed and said that I was being a snob and gave me good-natured grief. I sent each one an apology telling then I was sorry that I hadn’t meant to sound like a snob. That is when one of the men, whom I respect greatly, said, “Come on, your a classy bitch….it’s not the first time you’ve heard that, it won’t be the last.”
It was such an out-of-the-blue, unexpected response. And it made me feel really good. The bitch part aside….which I get that meaning…..but the classy part. That to me is a great compliment….one my mother would be very proud of. It is indeed the little things. My Mom and Dad raised a classy bitch!