I Just Have to Say Something

18 Jul I Just Have to Say Something

Y’all. This heat is no joke. It’s bringing out the worst in people. But also the very best. And just when I fix my mouth to complain, God tells me several different times to shut the eff up.

I had a pretty long day yesterday. Long but good. The heat added to the fact that the last thing I had to do before I could go join my friends for River Flicks on the Hudson, was a holiday preview. I took an express train and didn’t factor in the three blocks I had to walk when I got off would be death in this heat.

“I won’t stay long,” I told myself. “My shoes are giving me blisters, so I wouldn’t stay long.”

The best thing happened. I met a girl who I want to be friends with! She was cute, lived in my neighborhood, made me laugh and wasn’t afraid to stick her hand out and introduce herself. A PR girl at that.

“I saw you and I just had to say something,” she said after we exchanged names. “You look so bright and fun,” she complimented my pink J.Crew Factory tank dress. We traded compliments and forth and before you know it, we had exchanged emails and made plans to do dinner and damage at BaubleBar next week.

Perhaps I walked out of there smiling–isn’t it something that the littlest things sent you back on a track of positivity? For me, anyway. Or maybe it was the pink dress again, but…

I shared a cab with a stranger. We were both trying to hail a cab on 14th street during rush hour traffic. “Good luck, honey,” she said to me I stood on the corner fanning myself. “I’ve been here for 15 minutes,” she said, turning to walk away. Just then, three cabs turned the corner. “Here come a few,” I shouted after her, thinking we each could have one without having to upstream the other.

“Want to just share?”

“Sure,” I told her. She seemed safe enough and I’m flattered that she wanted to share a space with me when I was clearly a sweaty mess. We sat in a comfortable silence the five blocks my cab mate needed to go and before she got out, she offered me money, which I didn’t take. One, I was going way uptown, and two, I was still very honored that she wanted to share a cab. I know it’s a seemingly small thing but lately I’ve been thinking a lot about who I let into my space and how guarded I can be with it.

Who knows though, maybe it was just the pink dress. Neon seems to act as a ice-breaker for me. What pieces do you wear that act as conversation-starters?