First crushes, a bright red convertible, and a woman's walk. Today's Think Out Loud is inspired by my 4 year old's immediate response to a woman crossing the street yesterday. I noticed her too, not because she was striking, although she was pretty, and not because she had some mysterious "it" factor. She exuded an arrogance I admired, the sort of air that said, "Look or don't, but you probably will." My son looked and said, "That girl is pretty." Not exactly a crush, but let me tell you, give him five minutes in her presence and he'd model his first five girlfriends after this woman. My mind wandered to my first crush. I was five years old. The man had a bright red convertible. Superficial thing I was. The car helped, but it was the confidence I responded to. The barely there smile. The tall shoulders and confident walk. In college, a guy once mentioned my walk. He'd just told me he spotted me from my walk. The way he said it turned me into a shy girl on the spot. I should have asked him to explain what he meant because we all have our walks. It changes with our ups and downs. Sexy, hurried, dejected, injured. I wonder now, what kind of walk do I have? Life's been kicking my ass something fierce and I fear I'm announcing that to every stranger who glances my way. I feel like practicing in my living room. My sons would copy me. Then we'd have a trio of raised chins and swaying hips, and I'd have two little guys on their way to therapy in a few years.
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