There was a group of girls huddled by the fireplace, warming themselves up since it was cold and rainy outside. I use girls in the Southern sense of the word, meaning not necessarily young girls(I love that I can still say “girl” and not “woman” even though I’m nearing 40).
These girls wore various tops and coats, but all had on leggings or skinny jeans tucked into colorful rain boots. Some patterned, some simply bright.
I had on a beat up pair of tennis shoes because I didn’t want to get my nice ones wet and it was too cold for flip flops. The girls I was talking to noticed the rain boots, one noting that it must be the style and how she wasn’t trendy enough to own a pair.
I laughed, because I’m so far from trendy that I didn’t even consider them to be a trend, but a practical choice in footwear for a rainy day.
But then that same girl turned to me and said that she bet I had a pair, that I look like that kind of girl.
It was one of those moments where I wish I could freeze time and think of a good response. Because I was just thrown off, having no idea what that even meant.
That kind of girl?
You mean the kind who likes her feet to stay dry in the rain?
The kind who doesn’t want to get her regular shoes all wet and possibly ruined?
Seriously, what the heck did that even mean?
But since I can’t freeze time, I just stood there awkwardly while the conversation around me continued.
I still don’t have a clue what that kind of girl means or why you have to be a certain kind of girl to wear rain boots.
But, you know… I rather think I rock these.