OK, this actually happened yesterday, but I didn't get around to posting it.
Now you know how sometimes the question is asked who your role model is, who you'd most like to be like. Some girls have a favourite movie star in mind, or some say Hooters girls, that kind of thing. The more sensible ones, I think, simply answer, "I just want to be me!" Now I've never been particularly sensible, and I think it's a lost cause at this point, so I'll say that I've always envied "the smart lady about town". Like one I saw one time: smashing coat, skirt and boots. Talk about being envious.
Just yesterday, however, a (cisgender) girlfriend of mine told me that a few days previously she'd seen me in town crossing the street. She said I looked really good in my all-black outfit. I wish I'd had a tape recorder with me so I could have a record of all the stuff she said. I fairly well floated home. It was like a dream come true.
Your dreams will never be anything but dreams unless you try to make them real.
