He Said I Looked A Mess

Yea, he told me he was coming over, but I didn’t prepare. Meaning, I wasn’t looking my best. Actually, when he knocked at the door, I was asleep, fast asleep.

Soooooo sleep that my dog’s barks didn’t awake me.

As I came out of my sleep coma, my cell phone was ringing and my dog was barking. I opened my eyes and lept from the bed in athletic style and made a dash to the door.

"You didn’t hear Carmen barking?" he asked.

"No, I was sleep," I responded.

It was not my intention to have it all together, to have myself together by the time he approached my door, but nope it didn’t happen. I fell deep into a sleep coma, which is a quite common Friday occurrence.

He hugged and kissed me like usual. No big deal.

I wasn't self-conscious about my appearance even though my hair was every where and my nighttime outfit was not sexaaay at all. It was frumpy. It was one of those evening hookups that most women likely put on when they are menstruating -- a plaid flannel nightshirt.

What he saw was the raw. Remember, there was no time to pull my hair back. No time to slip into something a little cuter.

But he never let on that I looked a mess that evening, but during a recent conversation, he let it all hang out.

"You looked like your breath was stinking," he told me.

"Are you serious?" I shot back.

"Yea, you looked a mess, girl," he says and we both erupted with laughter.

But I did, so I couldn't be mad.

The attire I had on was home alone attire. It was not for my guy to see.

But then if you stay with a person a few months or few years does that comfy, frumpy, home alone look become the standard.

Yep, I think a person should feel comfy and cozy around their significant other, but can a woman get too comfy?

Should a woman always try to look her best around the house? Is this realistic?

Tell me your thoughts.