If you know me, you know I get ready for work in 5 minutes, wear shapeless clothes that accentuate the air around me, and sometimes brush my hair. And hey, that’s fine! That’s the way I am! But about twice a year I do a little experiment in which I dress “hot” for the night. What’s the experiment testing? I haven’t really decided yet. I guess I’m trying to see if I can be hot, and how being hot affects the way I’m treated. (Not a very sound experiment, I know. A lot of confounding factors).
This past Sunday I talked with some of my male friends about how to flirt, and realized that I dress like I’m friend-zoning everyone within a mile radius of me. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing bad about that. I just sometimes need a little change.
So when I went to a going away party for my friend on Monday night, I made a conscious effort to be hot. That means I showered, blow-dried my hair, applied some make-up, re-pierced my ears that close constantly because I wear earrings as often as I go to the dentist, and put on a crop top (if you know me and you’re reading this, sorry I made you spit out your water). Of course I put a t-shirt in my backpack in case I got too self-conscious during the night, as all hot girls do. Then I walked out the door!
I felt naked. I wore a jacket over the crop top, but there was some belly button showing. I readjusted myself ever 30 seconds, because there was only a very specific positioning of my clothes that looked good. I arrived at the party and everyone took notice. It felt good, but I also felt like an impostor. Could everyone see behind the hot outfit? Could they tell how insecure I really was? (Answer: Yes. They were all my friends who know me very well.)
The party was pretty fun. I spent a lot of the night covering my stomach in creative ways. My backpack really felt more comfortable in front of my body.
Did I find a boyfriend that night? No. My hot look was 2 years too late for most of the guys at this party. They already knew that this was way out of the ordinary for me. One of my friends asked me why I don’t always dress like this. I laughed and told him that I want to keep expectations low and then sometimes surpass them. My friends who wear make-up every day look shitty when they don’t. But you see, if I never look nice, then the one day that I do, I’m like jaw-dropping hot. No one has ever asked me if I was sick because I didn’t wear make-up that day. They just assume I always am.
The most important thing I learned on Monday though, was that even if I’m hot, I can still be unhappy. While I felt confident about the outside, I wasn’t so secure about the inside. Who would’ve thought looks aren’t everything? Celebrities must really be just like us!
I say dress however makes you comfortable! No, I’ll never be the girl at the beach in a sexy bikini, and that’s okay. I really enjoy wearing my competitive one-pieces from my high school years. And hey, it gives me character!