Monique and Me
Alter egos are the coolest thing in the world and they aren’t reserved only for the likes of superheroes or Beyoncé (Sasha Fierce).
A long time ago, one of my besties dubbed mine, Monique.
She doesn’t take anyone’s shit. She’s bold, she’s sexy, she’s loud. She’s going to charm the hell out of you, and she is the best wing woman any gal could have. If anyone gets out of line, she’s going to check them. She demands respect, she demands attention. She’s on the dance floor, she’s having a ball. She’s going to send a hot guy a drink and give him a nod.
She’ll put on a wig and run up and down Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras without a care. She may even let one nip slip… Which reminds me, I need a new wig…
The real me: I let a lot of shit go. I sit back in the cut. I’m stylish, but conservative.
Monique is going to seal the deal; she’s going to get the numbers, her girls are going to get the numbers and the follow-up dinners too.
The real me: I’m more likely to make eye contact in hopes of luring a guy I’m interested in. I’ll be your homegirl.
Monique says, “I know I look good.”
I say, “I look ok, right?”
Monique isn’t concerned with the future, she’s about having a great time right now because she knows she will get put on the shelf soon enough. Trouble? Consequences? They don’t exist in her world.
The real me: Totally preoccupied with what’s next. What does this mean? When does the other shoe drop? Will I be prepared? Questions. More questions, more reasons the answer is no instead of yes.
Her heels are high, her lipstick is fire-red.
I like kitten heels or boots and comfy flats. My lips stay in more natural colors, and I wear very little make up.
As I get older, does this mean Monique has to completely leave the building? Or does she have to put aside/modify some of her wild ways too, so the real me doesn’t get in any serious trouble? If she didn’t show up every now and then, I’d be hella boring.
We’ll totally have to part ways once I become a mother, but I have a feeling my future husband may be interested in letting her visit from time to time. 🙂
“Not Myself Tonight” Pretty much sums up an evening with Monique. Thanks Xtina!