A few weeks ago, a male friend told me I looked nice today. Great. Normally, I would just smile and say, “Thanks.” I do love compliments after all. But then he followed it up with, “Are you trying to impress a guy?” To which I replied, “This is my Thursday outfit.” There was no ulterior motive behind my nice clothes, my nice hair, my nice make-up, or my nice shoes. Can’t I just look nice without a reason?
Sure, it would be awesome if me looking nice attracted, well, let’s say Tom Hiddleston, but until then, I look nice because it makes me feel good.