What can I say? Women that know who they are and know what they think and know how to express it and who have something to teach me—those are the women I most enjoy talking to. It’s even more interesting if they are different and don’t see the world in conventional ways. If they are artistic in some way or another, there’s a lot to go on.
Now, if such a woman liked to wear skirts and heels, I think I’d be carrying her groceries in, if she’d let me. Although I don’t think I’d ever find one in a grocery store. Coffee shop, maybe. At a dance workshop, maybe. At work, through a friend, wandering through underground caves, yeah. And online, too. These days.
My strong women—and there have been more than a few—haven’t been the kind to wear heels and skirts. Not the real life ones, anyway. Maybe that’s the problem.
In my opinion, skirts and heels say “look at me. See how hot I am?” I’ll look, but I’m going to try to ignore the attitude, unless I know she is much more than that. Then, she might get my sense of humor. Otherwise, she’ll just think I’m weird and geeky. But, basically, if she’s wearing that combination, I’m probably not going to talk to her. She’s in a different league. A league I don’t play in.
But if she’s wearing jeans and boots and a cowboy shirt, and if she’s knee deep in mud working on her truck or trying to train her colt, then she’s someone I can talk to and someone who I think will probably be interesting. And if she’s cleaned up just a bit, and she says something interesting at a talk, or if we’re organizing a political rally or if she’s in an Aikido class or if she has written a book (but none of them in skirt and heels), I’m going to be interested in her.
There’s nothing like a skirt and heels, however, that tell me to not even bother coming near. Move on, man. There’s nothing here for you.
The interesting thing about the internet is that, since I can’t see what they’re wearing, I can’t be intimidated by their sexiness, and, of course, they can’t see my dorkiness.