So this morning, I totally overslept. Like woke up fifteen minutes before it was time to leave - that kind of overslept. I jump out of bed, stripping on the way to the bathroom, turn the water on and get in before it is even heated up. (Penance for oversleeping.) And as I am shampooing my hair, I remember that I haven't shaved my legs in... well, awhile. I mean, who cares right? I've been wearing pants as often as possible. And I've made that pretty often, so who cares? It's not like I'm getting laid anymore. (Penance for being a stupid girl.)
I decide that it isn't a big deal, I'll shave tomorrow, I don't have time anyway. I'll just wear pants again. I finish washing the conditioner out of my hair and hop out, wrap up in a towel and hit the closet. And as I am standing there looking at my clothing options, I realize it is too hot for pants. It's that whole muggy before the rain high seventies outside. If I wear pants, I'll be sweating before I am done getting ready. Instead I wear capris. And I silently kick myself for not shaving but rationalize that who will be looking at my legs anyway? Nevermind that I am the only chic in an office of ten dudes.
Nah, no one will look.
Then we sit down for lunch.
And I am sitting next to original cute boy.
And he can so totally see my hairy legs.
He is so never going to ask me out.
Labels: At work, Being a Chic, My pathetic excuse for a love life, self loathing
