Legs in black Leggings and beautiful black suede shoes, stylish off shoulder black and white blouse, perfectly set hair and accessorized to the tee. I was in the aisle to pick up chicken stock when I spotted her and now kept looking at her surreptitiously and hoped she wouldn’t notice her stalker.
She couldn’t have been much younger than me. A year or two perhaps. I’ve always wondered about the women who look gorgeous at the grocery store. As for myself, I looked quite the sight. Black yoga pants with an orange billibong t shirt, ratty red sweater, walking shoes, orange again, I bought on a whim during my disturbing orange fetish period and hair tied back, not in a sexy, casual swept up like a dream kind of way, but more like a desperate attempt to salvage a bad hair day. I think it only made it worse. I’m a new mom though, I’ve got tons of chores to do, mouths to feed, errands to run. I don’t have the time to play dress up just to pick up the groceries.
But, who am I kidding. I’ve never pulled of the divine diva at the groceries look even when I was in school. Back then I was too tired and broke. I may have worn more than yoga pants when I was working and single but I wasn’t making any magazine covers. Presentable, but not glamorous by any standards. The best I’ve looked is when I run into the store on my way back from work or to a party and even then I never looked so rock chic. But she didn’t look like she was in a hurry to go to a party. No, she was walking around like a seductive lioness, large unusually long strides, like on a runway, carrying around that tiny basket with barely anything in it.
Who are these women? Are they picking up men or do they come here to feel good about themselves amidst women like moi? I don’t know but I definitely look like I want to pick her up the way I’m staring at her.
