I tend to surprise people. It’s the underestimated factor.
I don’t know what it is about myself that people tend to overlook or dismiss. I guess this could be considered a bad thing. But I like underdogs. However this tends to happen quite a bit.
I get the look.
The Holy-Crap-I-can’t-believe-this-chick-is-so-awesome-and-I-didn’t-notice-it-before look.
It happens with co-workers, acquaintances, and new friends. Most of all it happened with dudes.
I hadn’t thought about this in a while. I was reminded of my underestimated factor when an old high school friend sent me an invitation via email for her 40th birthday party. I had flashbacks after reading the email. I went back in time to this particular high school crowd where a guy caught my eye — the green-eyed dreamy dude. The one that played football and baseball, the one that was older than me, the one crush that you stare at during passing periods. The dreamy kind. But I wasn’t very dreamy for him.
I didn’t know why at first, but then I saw his dreamy chick and I knew. It must have been my Chapstick-Type of personality. My tomboy attitude. My sports enthusiasm. My down-to-earth attitude. My Miller’s Outpost attire (for those of you that don’t know it was a very popular store back in the day that sold Levis Jeans and t-shirts — a rustic Old Navy if you will). This was me. I was the chick in the Taylor Swift country song. And I don’t even like Taylor Swift … I can’t stand her. But the funny things is … she wrote my song.
“She wears short skirts and I wear t-shirts. She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers …”
Yeah that was me. Although I was never on the bleachers I was more likely wearing a jersey on the court or the field. My status was underestimated. He just saw the funny sporty chick. He looked passed me and in truth I was a bit sad about it back then. I was a chick. I was a teenager. I was dumb. But then as time passed I became a junior in high school and I was still the same Miller’s Outpost chick. However my appeal factor went up. Don’t know how or why, but apparently it did. He must have noticed my jump shot.
But by that time, he wasn’t so dreamy anymore. He was just the guy who had underestimated me. But I was all right with it, because I finally got the Holy-Crap-I-can’t-believe-this-chick-is-so-awesome-and-I-didn’t-notice-it-before look. It was an awesome high school chick moment.