Evolution - from sir to ma’am. Sort of.
Just wanted to look at the lighter, funnier side of life… (That and I popped by my mom’s office to say hi, only to find out she took a leave and so I’m sitting here bored outta my mind)
Several haircuts ago, back when my hair was oooh so short, I would always be mistaken for a ’sir’. Especially when playing football.
Things improved when I put a little effort into being girly (what else could I do to buy time? My hair couldn’t grow like weeds!)… and Ayen’s officemates mistook me for her lesbo lover (wrote about that too http://futbolera.blogs.friendster.com/joanne/2006/07/index.html). Sigh. Well, at least it wasn’t ’sir’ any longer, right?
Several hair lengths longer now… Finally, I think I’ve made the transition. No longer do I need huge-ass earrings just to stop waiters and cashiers from addressing me as ’sir’. NOpe, now I wear huge-ass earrings because they actually go with what I’m wearing. Haha.
Tracing that…so I went from sir… to man-role in this pseudo lesbo relationship thought up by Ayen’s officemates. Now, I’m definitely the girl! Wahoo! Not just because my friend Irene has short hair (and some people do mistake us for lesbos…BUT at least now I’m the GIRL!)
Hmm what else… another funny thing happened…went to a friend’s Christmas party, a few days after a friend told me someone was sort of crushing on me. Flattered, I asked who… the catch? Twas a woman… a somewhat butch woman. But my point is, I was girly!!! Haha. I"m obviously bored. Leave me to my musing.
Evolution is truly a thing of wonder. So hopefully next time I’ll totally leave the ‘lesbo’ grid and really be a ‘girl’…. and if anyone makes the mistake of calling me a dude ever again I will soooo…. argggh… !
Okaaaay lunchtime, I’m outta here!!!
