I have always thought I had adequate legs. They are functional and not offensive from an aesthetic standpoint. They have allowed me to run marathons, though they seem to appreciate that that has been checked off the bucket list. They keep me balanced in downward dogs, quivery, but never collapsing, in my warrior II pose that my yoga teacher demands that I hold far longer than I really ever want to. They even endorse my love of high heels. My knees and ankles never beg for flats. After all, heels make them look their best. Without them riding my bike would a challenge and horse back riding would probably not be a favorite activity. So all in all, I like my legs.
But I have never really been one to think that my legs are all that nice. I would not call them my best feature.
Don't get me wrong. I prefer having the set I've got to not having legs, but if I could trade them for Carrie Underwood's... I would in a hot minute.
Or so I thought.
Last night I was in the grocery store after work. It was probably the nicest I have ever looked in Trader Joe's because I usually go post yoga and it looks like I swam, rather than drove to the store. Standing in the produce section, which if one is to believe Cosmopolitan, is one of the best places to pick up men, a man walked by and said, "Great shoes!"
Now, anywhere else in the country where a man says "Great shoes" that is code for "I'm your new gay best friend" but in California people of the male persuasion are more likely to comment on appearance. Or at least that has been my experience. It really is no more than I like your shoes, scarf, ring, dress, shirt, insert any item here. They aren't hitting on you, or if they are I am really dense. And my fellow Trader Joe's shopper was correct, my shoes were fantastic! And to think my ex-boyfriend tried to talk me out of getting them! Thank goodness I made a habit of ignoring his fashion advice early on.
I finished shopping and headed out to my car. As I am loading my bags into the back I hear, "I know this is really inappropriate to say, but you have really nice legs. I wasn't looking at your shoes in the store. I was looking at your legs."
Now, as a single lady I don't really like strange men approaching me from behind, especially in parking lots. I feel like that is a good way to get abducted. And I always cringe when people start out a sentence with "this is inappropriate" or "no offense" because you know what they are going to say is inappropriate or offensive.
"Once again, I'm really sorry, but I just had to tell you that you have nice legs."
"Ummmmm, well, thank you. They keep me upright and get me from point A to B."
"Well, they really are nice."
I think I'll be dressing up to go to Trader Joe's more often this is the reception I'm going to be receiving.
But I have never really been one to think that my legs are all that nice. I would not call them my best feature.
Don't get me wrong. I prefer having the set I've got to not having legs, but if I could trade them for Carrie Underwood's... I would in a hot minute.
Or so I thought.
Last night I was in the grocery store after work. It was probably the nicest I have ever looked in Trader Joe's because I usually go post yoga and it looks like I swam, rather than drove to the store. Standing in the produce section, which if one is to believe Cosmopolitan, is one of the best places to pick up men, a man walked by and said, "Great shoes!"
Now, anywhere else in the country where a man says "Great shoes" that is code for "I'm your new gay best friend" but in California people of the male persuasion are more likely to comment on appearance. Or at least that has been my experience. It really is no more than I like your shoes, scarf, ring, dress, shirt, insert any item here. They aren't hitting on you, or if they are I am really dense. And my fellow Trader Joe's shopper was correct, my shoes were fantastic! And to think my ex-boyfriend tried to talk me out of getting them! Thank goodness I made a habit of ignoring his fashion advice early on.
I finished shopping and headed out to my car. As I am loading my bags into the back I hear, "I know this is really inappropriate to say, but you have really nice legs. I wasn't looking at your shoes in the store. I was looking at your legs."
Now, as a single lady I don't really like strange men approaching me from behind, especially in parking lots. I feel like that is a good way to get abducted. And I always cringe when people start out a sentence with "this is inappropriate" or "no offense" because you know what they are going to say is inappropriate or offensive.
"Once again, I'm really sorry, but I just had to tell you that you have nice legs."
"Ummmmm, well, thank you. They keep me upright and get me from point A to B."
"Well, they really are nice."
I think I'll be dressing up to go to Trader Joe's more often this is the reception I'm going to be receiving.
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