You ladies think y’all have pressure selecting just the right ensemble when you are getting dressed to meet someone special.
I can tell you, we men realize just as much or more pressure when we are faced with presenting ourselves in certain situations.
Take today for instance. We have lunch planned with several family members. I am not sure who all will be there. Carolyn and I will be there, maybe one or both of our daughters, and from one to five grandchildren with a boyfriend or two.
The primary reason for this gathering is to meet one of our granddaughter’s boy friend.
That may not seem like a big deal to others but selecting just the right clothes to wear is difficult for me. Jeans and an Alabama sweatshirt is my standard uniform but that just won’t do today.
First, Courtney and Jackson are Auburn graduates, and are in post-graduate studies there. All reference to my perceived Alabama superiority is out.
Because the roots of my raising run deep, growing up between the small town of Shubuta, Mississippi and Prichard, Alabama; I am chocked full of “Red Neck.” That background doesn’t lay over and pretend it’s not there just because I am trying to impress someone.
I will be on pins and needles during the entire lunch. Not speaking at all is out of the question. I don’t want to leave an impression that I don’t like Jackson.
My fear is that I may get comfortable with myself and begin to let it show. Who wants to know me? I want them to know the person that I am pretending to be.
My daughter’s comment, “Oh please, what does he know about pressure? He’s a male.”
Pray for me!
by Wayne Brady 12/28/2012