Delta Girl

Hi Girls! Well, I've just decided. I'm a delta girl. I know, I know, woman would probably be more appropriate, but I like girl. Makes me feel younger. Hmmm, I still detect a sculptured, but raised eyebrow there. Well, if you must know, in a past life, I was an electrical engineer and was taught that delta's are the difference between two or more of whatever you are trying to describe. So here I am, a delta girl... caught in the difference between full, wonderful womanhood and drab manhood.

Let me give you some examples. My ex can name every one of our children's birthrates, including year, with out blinking an eye, and in rapid succession. I have to let those gray cells crank under my not so blond roots for a moment to make sure I'm getting it right. And just about every girlfriend I have can go through her house and name each and every present she (or they) have received, which year and occasion, and who gave it to them. I know that I should be able to do this, but it's just not happening like it should. I'm getting better though; I'm remembering some if it, but then, far too much still slips through

But please, don't get the wrong impression! There are many of my womanly talents that are really up to snuff! I can recite at least seven of my favorite recipes instantly, and even have them written down so I can give them out when needed. I make a wicked pumpkin pie, and I love cooking turkey with my special dressing. I'm a Thanksgiving girl, what can I say!

I also do counted cross-stitch, and love crafts, and (at least until I took the new job and lost all my free time), helped out every year at our church fall bazaar, selling crafts and things to raise money for our woman's group. And I help out at food drives and other events, but I guess that's not really exclusive womanish stuff. Oh, and I do love country line dancing, especially with a long, flowing skirt, my oh-so cute blouse, and my black cowgirl boots with the fancy silver on them. I'm kind of chicken though, in that I haven't gotten up the nerve to go out to a real country bar with anyone and dance, I just dance at home with my friends on TNN.

And so, I slide back and forth through my delta, slipping up now and then, but overall pretty happy. The slip-ups can be interesting, though. Like the time a couple of weeks ago, just before Christmas, when I was on the phone with a recruiter I'm pretty good friends with. She asked me about my holidays and what I was doing, and then started telling me about her schedule, and how she was headed to her mom's for a Christmas Eve family get-together. Well, there I go, slipping through the delta from my male side, and I asked her what she was wearing to her mom's. Just like a good friend, she tells me about her black velvet pants, the silk top she bought a couple of weeks ago and, oh yes, a really cute pair of black shoes she got for a steal from Macy's. I was about to ask her what the shoes were like when this awkward silence just suddenly appeared, like, why are you asking me this when you're a man sort of thing. Well, I slide back, regretfully; recovered as best I could, and asked a very non-gender question to steer away from the topic. Oh well, I was having fun.

My significant other will also give me dirty looks now and then, especially when I'm drab, and out somewhere, like a restaurant, and I sit down in the waiting area, immediately cross my legs, fold my hands in my lap, straight back, and just assume this aloof air. That is, until I get instant delta slide starting with a quick slap on my thigh and one of those famous "shakeup" looks.

But it does slide both ways. I enjoy dressing nicely, and the complements I get when I out and about. In fact, I get kind of down when I go out and don't get any complements on what I'm wearing. And I've learned the trick of always wearing one thing that's really nice, so others will focus on that and I hopefully stand out. And so it goes, just sliding back and forth, with a couple of well placed gentle nudges toward my sisterhood whenever I can.

Well, I have to go get dinner ready and pick up a bit. Then maybe I'll head into the bedroom and practice my looks in the mirror till they are perfect! Cheers!