Free Ride

This morning, I found myself in the bathroom putting on some sloppy clothes in preparation for a Sunday spent doing nothing. Unfortunately, while getting dressed, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and thus decided that my lazy Sunday should start with a trip to the gym. So, to the gym I went.

On my way back from the gym, I passed a very attractive guy (at least 6 foot, muscular…you get the picture). And there I was with no makeup, sweaty, wearing smelly sneakers and a wrinkled old t-shirt.

But what did Mr. Hottie do? Said “Hey” to me in a deep, do-me-now voice.

What did I do? Once I realized that he was, in fact, talking to me, I squeaked out a “Hii-eee.” (I’m out of shape and thus, was out of breath).

This has happened to me quite frequently–attractive men talk to me at the gym, while I’m looking my worst. So, after today’s incident, I decided that I needed to buy cuter workout clothes….

And that’s when it dawned on me. That wrinkled old t-shirt I usually wear to the gym is an old Harley-Davidson promotional t-shirt that states in bold, red and blue letters across the chest: “Ride Free Guarantee.”

(Feel free to laugh. I laughed so hard when I realized this that I gave myself a cramp.)

So now, I’m definitely buying new workout clothes. Although, it did cross my mind to continue to wear my sexually suggestive t-shirt in hopes of it leading to actually giving one of my hot gym-mates a free ride. But, who am I kidding? From this day forward, I will forever be self-conscious in the t-shirt.

Suit and Spritz

One of the benefits of working at a library is the chance to see all the magazines before they get placed out in the stacks for patrons. Today, my coworker and I feasted our eyes upon People en Espanol, which featured the articles “Los 25 Hombres Mas Guapos”. If you don’t know Spanish, don’t worry–all you need is two perfectly good eyes to enjoy this article! The article featured 25 Latin men that are…well… muy caliente!

But that’s really not what this blog post is about…

In the midst of our eye candy feast, we ran across a cologne sample in the magazine–Le Male by Jean Paul Gaultier. So, as we’re sniffing and sighing over the sample, we started a conversation about how men underestimate the power of cologne.

As most of you ladies already know, nothing makes you stop and pay attention like a man wearing cologne. Not the cheap kind. The nice kind. The expensive kind. The kind that required a trip to Macy’s or Belk’s. The kind that took some thought.

The same goes for suits. Men underestimate the power of a nicely-dressed man. Put a man in a suit and his attractiveness increases ten-fold. The same goes for nice jeans and nice t-shirts. Not the dirty, baggy, hole-y kind. The nice kind.  

We women spend hours getting ourselves ready for the day. The hair, the makeup, the clothes–it’s a lengthy process but we do it anyway. Yet, some men (not all, but some) seem to just throw on whatever clothes are clean (or closest to clean) and spritz on some cheap, smelly stuff they found in the deodorant aisle of their nearest Wal-Mart, and still expect their wives/girlfriends/women in general to swoon…

Yeah, keep dreaming, hombre.

I think it’s time we women start advocating for better-dressed, better-smelling men. Who’s with me?