Char tagged me to share five things about myself that my readers don’t already know. This was a tough assignment. Geez, y’all, I’ve already told you all the good stuff. A Grrrrl needs a few secrets, a bit of mystery. That said, here’s an attempt to share something unexpected--I had to dig into my life history archives.

1. Six years into my marriage, I was determined to finish my bachelor’s degree. I went back to college in every sense of the word--I actually moved into a dorm and came home to see E on weekends. I was probably the only person living there that had a mortgage.  My roommate in the dorm was also married (with kids!) and working on a degree in sign language. She talked to herself all the time—silently, of course.

2. During that time frame, I bought a black, leather miniskirt in California when I was out visiting Low Maintenance Grrrl. Let me tell y’all, I rocked the mini! When I was feeling sexy, I wore it with black pantyhose that had a seam running up the back of each leg. Ah, the days when I bought lingerie off a rack at Victoria’s Secret and not in a plastic packet in a bin at Wal-Mart. It was a short interlude in my life but one full of great memories.

3. During my second year, I was dragged to a dance by a girlfriend who was desperate to go and had been stood up by her boyfriend. I wore the miniskirt and a pair of black croc heels. I was asked to dance by a freshman, who became visibly nervous when I told him I was a senior. I danced with him, but he was so young, I couldn’t bear to tell him, that not only was I a senior but I was SENIOR, as in ten years older than him and married.  After dancing with him, I told my very amused girlfriend it was time to leave. To commemorate our "date," we had our photo taken by the photographer. We made a cute couple—she was from Paris (France, not Texas) and had the best clothes. My freshman crush probably figured I was a lesbian after the photo shoot. Who knows, maybe he was gay and asked me to dance because he noticed my wedding ring? Now that could be a story. More likely, he was using me to get at my charming French pal who had gray-green eyes, ash blond hair, and a French accent. Her ooh-la-la factor was off the charts.

4. The black leather miniskirt also worked its magic in Florida when E and I went to a club to dance. A guy at a neighboring table gave me an appreciative nod and sent drinks to me all night--but never asked me to dance. Sigh. It was the perfect relationship.

5. I’m now a middle-aged dumpling who doesn’t own a single sexy item of clothing, but I still love to dance--when I'm home alone.

So who's ready to tell some secrets? Annie? Flubberwinkle? Nance? Di? Mignon?

December 10, 2006