Frenemies

Earlier this evening, Lexi spoke some seriously true words: women get dressed up for other women. When you find yourself in an office full of men (ahem, Moonie), you're no longer compelled to glitz up your outfit because, seriously, who are you trying to impress?

As I was getting up to leave my train tonight, I literally bumped into someone I went to high school with. "Oh, sorry" I mumbled, then we recognized one another and made the obligatory hello.

Not so sure where things went sour (well, I have an idea, but nevermind), but over the years, each time we bumped into each other her greetings to me became increasingly dry. A simple "oh, hi!" out of her mouth reached my ears sounding like an "oh fuck."

Well, whatever. I don't care to go into the details of why I think our relationship--once tightknit, friendly, and bestfriendsforever--became this shitty hello, but I do care to say this: I get dressed up everyday not only to impress other women, but for the slim offchance that I'm going to run into one of my frenemies.

Did I feel insecure wearing my super cute herringbone flats, tights, black sheath dress, olive coat with large off-center silver buttons and stand-up collar, coach duffle bag, AND my platinum and diamonds engagement ring? Umm, no.