Damn girl!

The other night, I want to a club to hear a fun band and visit my friend, their star bartender. And I want alone. When I first got there, I was responding to a Facebook message, minding my own business, when a man walked up.

"I hope you're looking at porn pictures," he said.

"No, but I am looking at a pic of my friend ironing naked."

His eyes got big like he didn't expect that answer. When he looked at my phone, he believed me. The shirt my friend was ironing was just in the right spot to cover the most private bits.

Then he did a walk-around. "Damn girl. You're looking good."

I smiled. "Thank you. I'm going to get a drink." The man is a coach at a local private school. I hope he doesn't do that for his students!

Then it happened again this weekend. Are they just repeating the "damn girl" from the song Sexy Chick? Can they be a little more original?

Okay, as a single girl, I'm comfortable going out alone. I can leave when I want and crawl into bed. Alone. See, it keeps me out of trouble. And anyone who loves clothes as much as I do and busts their ass exercising should be able to wear things they look good in. I'm covered. Always. And you've read how I feel about bras and panties.

But when did a "fuck me" sign come along with wearing a sexy-ish outfit? I say "ish" because I was just wearing black skinny jeans with a fitted knit top that first night. This weekend, I had on the dress. The Dr. Who TARDIS dress. The most daring dress I've ever worn.

I'll confess, I'm flattered when people - men and women - say nice things about my clothes. One of the neighborgood girls called me a sexy bitch. (I think that's a good thing?) And I just got back from lunch with a handsome male friend. As we were getting into my red sports car, a man standing outside the restaurant said to my friend, "Hot woman. Hot car. You're living the dream, man." I think it was the outfit.

But I dress for me. Because I love chothes. And shoes, too. They help make me happy.

So single girls, if you and your mirror are okay whith your favorite outfits, wear them with pride. Let the massas say "Damn girl," and smile and say "thank you." Then move on. Be beautiful for you - not for anyone else.

Love to the single girls,
Addison