Do you remember that day, a couple of years ago, I think, when we cruised around town, maybe a little bit high, and drank hot chocolate and bought pretty lingerie and then we went to a movie at the theater with the big yellow seats and you brought in your giant bowl of popcorn and told the folks at the theater that you were allergic to the oil they use to pop theirs so you had to bring your own.
You were magnificent.
After the movie, remember, we went to TJ Maxx and you bought cashmere?
What a day.
I bought a skirt that day. Do you recall? You should – you convinced me that I could pull it off.
The tiger skirt.
The Life of Pi skirt.
The pussy skirt.
Thanks to your pep talk and your winning argument, I’ve been wearing the thing pretty regularly and always quite sassily since that day.
I’m the badass with a giant cat face in my lap.
Just like you told me I’d be!
Except…maybe I’m not…
I’ve looked at myself in the mirror, I’ve seen my reflexion, I’ve even felt that if it’s possible to look somewhat sophisticated and fashion forward with two golden eyes staring out from your hip bones, then I look that way.
And then something happened today.
Nat, I wish you’d been there to see the look on our faces (mine and the tiger’s)
Wait, whaaaaaat? you’re screaming right about now.
So, you know how tight skirts ride up when you walk and you either have to walk with your legs squeezed together or stop every few steps to yank the damn thing down?
Well, the tiger, like any other, rode right on up – halfway to indecent – and I caught a glimpse of my passing self as I bustled around the cafe getting breakfast ready.
See Friend, it was dark outside and the lights were on inside and there were windows everywhere so it was almost like being surrounded by full length mirrors.
And that’s when I realized what I wish I’d realized years ago; when the skirt rides up, the mouth of the tiger is right at cootch level and looks like,
A giant vagina.
LOOK AT THAT!!!!!!
Now Natalie, I have to ask you, did you know about this and not say anything? Did you encourage me to purchase a pussy pussy skirt?
Please tell me you didn’t do it on purpose; that you too didn’t see this glaring faux pas.
Honey, I can’t unsee what I saw today. This tiger and I will never look at each other in the same way.
Our relationship has changed.
I spent the day wondering what other people were thinking as they looked at my crotch.
And when you have an enormous face on your crotch you know that people really are looking at it.
I almost died of mortification.
And then, I didn’t.
And then, I giggled.
And then, I thought that it was fucking fantastic.
And part of that was because I kept imagining telling you and your response and us having one more thing to laugh about and that made it totally worth it.
I adore you and miss you.
I will think twice before taking fashion advice from you.