Gimmie that girl with the hair in a mess
sleepy little smile with her head on my chest,
thats the you that i like best,
gimmie that girl.
Gimmie that girl lovin up on me,
old t-shirt and a pair of jeans,
thats the you i wanna see,
gimmie that girl.
The lyrics to this song always make me smile. If you are like “that girl” who’s man loves her most when she’s not trying to perfectly do her hair and make up, you know that this is a special thing.
Of course he also loves you when you’re all fancied up too. But it’s nice not to always be worried if the rain has undone the 45 minutes of blowdrying and flat ironing your hair. I love being able to be just me — however that is for that day.
If I don’t want to put on make up or mess with my hair, it’s okay. Unlike the days when the last thing I wanted was a man’s attention, being able to walk out the door with a new level of confidence in just being is very cool. It’s not that I’m all feeling my-farts-dont’-stink; it’s more of a belief that beauty is more on the inside than out.
Of course, I do put extra attention on putting on a happy face on many a morning. Maybe I’ll even change my outfit a few times because I just don’t feel right in the first selection.
But when my hair is windblown and mussed, quite possibly I’m all sweaty from a workout, and I’m as plain as can be, a compliment is the last thing I’m expecting. It comes as such a surprise. Oh, but it’s sooo nice!
yea, I dunno why Dee Dee asks me if she “needs to put make up on”. I’m happy with here what ever she chooses :-) I guess “caring enough” to “not care” is a bit of a quandry for some people!
We get stuck sometimes, Wes. As I’m sure guys do too — at times. A little reassurance goes a long way.