So as we are supposed to be in the tail end of winter in New York, it seems as if we keep getting hit with bouts of snow and relentless cold. Winter in New York is beautiful, you know, if you can watch it from a high perched window over Central Park with the amenities of a 5-star hotel. What I’m basically saying is that it’d be nice if we could all nest in The Plaza for a New York winter, but for those of us who can’t afford a four figure per night stay, we have to trudge through the graying slush that becomes New York City after a snowstorm. This usually means a pair of waterproof boots, an overcoat, and the obligatory luxury scarf (or one of a million knockoffs). This is pretty much the urban uniform for the winter.
However, this post isn’t really about that, it’s mostly about what’s underneath. A few times a week I head through Grand Central and above the hustle and bustle there are two bars that overlook the terminal. There’s almost always at least one eye-catchingly beautiful woman that’s sitting there drinking, and more often than not, she’s wearing a pencil skirt. I don’t know what exactly it is about a pencil skirt that does it for me. To sum it up in an extremely imprecise way, the pencil skirt is sexy and stylish, but not in an overt way. It’s not sexy because it shows a lot of leg, but it’s distinctly feminine and exudes sophistication, which apparently does it for me.
So, in all deference to Cake (who I stole this post title from), I’d like to disagree on one small point:
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what’s best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes
I want a girl with the right allocations
Who’s fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She’s playing with her jewelry
She’s putting up her hair
She’s touring the facility
And picking up slack
I want a girl with a short(ish) skirt and a lonnnng jacket……