dignified and intellectual
Over the weekend I went out alone to a sushi restaurant and ate delicious food while reading a book. I've been there a few times now; it's my favorite place when I want to indulge in a good dinner and a quiet read. When I was done, one of the ladies who works there came over and shyly told me they'd all been wondering about me, and had decided I was a professor at the university, yes?
I was wearing a tattered corduroy skirt over motorcycle boots and a flimsy t-shirt with a Flashdance neck that kept falling off my shoulder. My hair, which has not been cut in months, is like three feet of curly black exploded sasquatch. It is not a look I would have expected to make the leap to "boho professional" from "thrift store couldn't-be-bothered", but apparently I am looking more respectable than I feel, these days. I guess I must have come across as very dignified and intellectual, sitting there so absorbed in literature!
You guys, the book I was reading was Gossip Girl: I Like It Like That.
I was wearing a tattered corduroy skirt over motorcycle boots and a flimsy t-shirt with a Flashdance neck that kept falling off my shoulder. My hair, which has not been cut in months, is like three feet of curly black exploded sasquatch. It is not a look I would have expected to make the leap to "boho professional" from "thrift store couldn't-be-bothered", but apparently I am looking more respectable than I feel, these days. I guess I must have come across as very dignified and intellectual, sitting there so absorbed in literature!
You guys, the book I was reading was Gossip Girl: I Like It Like That.