Big Pink Sweater
Not too long ago I bought a big, fuzzy, pink sweater. It's made of soft, thick chenille and it's baby-girl pink. Everytime I wear this sweater I notice that I'm suddenly single-dad bait. All the guys who've lugged their kids to the book store or to the grocery are full of flirtin' fun when they see the gal in a fuzzy pink sweater. Normally no one speaks to me in public unless they are conducting trade with me in a service role. On Pink Sweater Days (aka PSD) I'm Virginia's Sweetheart. I get chat, jokes and random insights regarding my coffee additives.
I'm not sure why - maybe my pink sweater makes me look especially approachable and mommy-fied. Like, "Wow, she probably she LOVES kids! And nap-time games of Hide-The-Hotdog!" I dunno. I really love my pink sweater. It's warm. And soft.
But all this PSD attention from the Single-Dad Camp is starting to creep me out.
posted by keithurbanchic @ 3:41 PM
4 Comments:
Um...well I was going to ask if I could borrow the Pink Sweater...but honestly I'd prefer just Single Men...No Kids...at least not yet ;) I mean I still have Hunter to take care of.
hahaha!!!
I would definitely be down with the fuzzy pink sweater. I'd love to meet a guy with kids, especially if they are really young. I don't want any more of my own, but miss the cuddly, playful baby/toddler stages. I know, I'm weird!
Just get the sweater, Bunnyjo, and hang out in the book store!
;)
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