A topic that I never tire of delving into is decoding boy talk. I’ve received a lot of compliments of late, and I’m a little thrown by them. Obviously I am fabulous and well attired, but I dress up for myself, put on makeup for myself, do my hair for myself… I subscribe to the sorority girl motto of always looking my personal best. Of course it’s nice when others notice, but I went the first eighteen years of my life thinking I was invisible (or visible for the wrong reasons). The last thing I’d want to be accused of is being vain.
Anyway, what does it mean when a boy compliments you?
“I like your shirt,” appears to be benign compliment. You might be wearing something super cute like your favorite boatneck shirt or a witty t-shirt that cost more than it should have. Translation: I like your chest in that top. You may not even be wearing a supposed “booby shirt,” but rest assured, that’s what that compliment means, according to my source on the inside.
In the past week I’ve gotten repeated compliments on my jackets. It’s starting to get colder, so I’ve taken to picking a new one everyday. I have a slew of blazers, jackets, and coats. It’s a sick obsession, I tell you. They’re not even super nice or expensive pieces of clothing. I have an eagle eye for bargains on blazers—just ask Notorious M.A.G. She was with me the day I found my coveted $4 tapestry jacket (Shh! Don’t tell! It’s from JC Penny). I wore the aforementioned blazer on Friday, and I was only in the office for a half-day. I got two compliments from boys. At first I thought it was a fluke—both boys are way metrosexual—one wears (I kid you not) the same Lucky Jeans as I do and puts more product in his hair than Ryan Seacrest, the other wears double Lacoste Polo shirts with the collars flipped up with Topsiders. I chalked up their attentions to their über-stylish tendencies, but today I wore my olive green military jacket and two more boys took note! I’m really trying not to be weirded out by the undue attention. They’re just jackets!
What does this all mean!? I turned to my in-house expert. The BF said boys don’t notice clothes all that much, but they do notice the girl wearing them. Hmmm and Grrr and WTF!? Did I stumble into some good lighting? Do my jackets possess some sort of magical hypnotizing power? Is their dating pool really that dry? Or…could I possibly be a pro at wielding my feminine wiles? What is it with younger men and me? My whole life I’ve seemed to attract guys that are five years younger than me. What’s up with that? No date for prom, but when I was in college all the high school boys that worked at the smoothie shop couldn’t wait try their pick-up lines on me. They were too adorable. One of them used to give me whatever I wanted for free, but he made The BF pay for his!
I guess life could be worse. I could be totally un-cute and totally un-noteworthy!