Ealain

I don’t like dresses. Oh, lemme rephrase that. I like dresses; I just don’t like wearing them.

I like being able to move, bend, do normal everyday things without worry of private areas showing. When I was little and my mom dressed me in frilly dresses (because they were cute), it was different. I didn’t have anything developed to show. However, even then I would come in at the end of the day with my dress dirty and, at times, muddied. I am a tom-boy at heart.

However, I’ve begun realizing that I need to develop my femininity a bit more. At least enough that when I am in situations that require it, I feel comfortable enough to be ok.

So, last Thursday, I wore a dress. And not a cheater either; it has spaghetti straps, is (much) lower cut than I’m used to, and falls above my knees. Granted I wore shorts underneath so I could still do my daily movin’ and groovin’ but hey, it’s progress. And the biggest achievement was that I didn’t hate every second of it. I didn’t love it, mind you. But I didn’t hate it.

These are some pictures Michael (!) took that afternoon/evening when we went to the beach.

Next step: wearing make-up more frequently (read: not just on special occassions)

In the past, when anybody has gotten my name wrong, I have been called Rachel. Dont ask me why.

Now, apparently, it is Heidi.

I have worked at the same store for two and a half years. This lady J has been a customer at least that long. She has always known my name is Heather. She has always called me Heather. I have name tag prominently displayed that says Heather.

However, about a month ago, she began calling me Heidi.

One morning, she started yelling out “Heidi! Heidi!” trying to get my attention. I had no clue she was referring to me until the next time when we were chatting and she called me Heidi again.

I just let it go. Its no use trying to explain to her that my name is Heather. At least it is a less common name.

This is Heidi, signing off. *salute*

Note: Im typing this from my phone since work is dead. Excuse any missing letters or punctuation

Have you ever met someone that youve never ever met before but you feel like you know them? And you rack your brain for a week straight and you know you havent known them in the past but you still feel like you did?

Have you ever had so much in common with someone that it feels as though you are two parts of a whole? Have you been able to finish each others’ sentences from day one?

Have you ever watched everything you knew (or thought you knew) of relationships go down the drain because you meet someone and your heart grows day by day as if limitless?

Have you ever had feelings for someone surpass all past feelings for someone in a short period of time but have it feel like no rush, like it was just that natural?

Have you ever had feelings for someone develop (though that word isnt quite right because it was as though those feelings have always been there) so quickly that things come up so fast (but again, naturally) when these things are not usually broached or done for a longer period of time?

And then have that person understand completely and feel the exact same way?