Getting Real.

M: Tell the truth, if you saw this walking toward you on any given day:

Would you pee your pants right on the spot?

A: Like a nervous spaniel. Is she a fashion Dementor?

M: I think she is a freaking alien.

A: I like her handbag, from what I can tell but I'm too scared to get a better look.

M: Something about her is making me think of the Diva from The Fifth Element (one of my secret favorite movies, don't judge):

But she still scares the crap out of me.

A: Oh, totally! I do think she's pulling off the "draped in white boneless waif creature" think admirably. She looks fantastic. Scary, but fantastic.

I just hope she doesn't take a header in those shoes.

M: I am pretty sure she can fly, so no big.

A: Oh, that's probably true. Though thinking about her tripping reminded me of the time when I was in college and the local vampirey-goth couple was gliding down the sidewalk all ethereal and the female half tripped and totally took a header and we all laughed and laughed. Mean, I know, but it was really funny at the time.

A: Actually, it's still funny. To me.

M: I just laughed. I am mean! And THAT reminds me of the time I saw our local tough as nails, PBR-drinking, tattoo'd, tortured artist rockstar at J.Crew, loading up on some Tissue Tees.

A: NICE.

M: It is probably wrong how satisfying I found that.

A: Nothing says gritty loner like J Crew, that is for sure.

M: I'm going to throw down and write some soulful shit about these here Cafe Chinos.

A: You just made me snort-laugh.

M:

Woke up this morning
put on my Saturday sweater
you may have left me
But I've never looked better.

A: I just wiped away a little tear. With the corner of my Lady Lace Popover.

M: I don't know how we ended up here, but I'm glad we did.