There comes a time in every woman’s life, when they hang up the halter dress and start dressing for women. It’s not so much about age as it is about how many first dates you’ve been on.
Doing some initial window shopping, a girl usually slips her feet into some killer heels and then finds a dress crafted from synthetic materials to stretch over her bulging cleavage.
Even her accessories are carefully chosen in order to reel in the man in question. For instance, she might hang dangly golden chandeliers from her ears, or a dainty chain around her neck to accentuate the pups in the plunge cups.
Basically, we dress to procreate. Fashion doesn’t come into how a woman dresses when she wants a good rogering. Stiletto heels have never gone out of date because they’re shagging shoes.
Skip ahead to date eight. You’re pretty much boyfriend and girlfriend, and you pull out that chunky African beaded necklace you got at the Everard Read gallery, because it’s an objet d’arte, and it expresses your outrageous, yet highly intellectual personality. You quite like to flash a knowing smile at other ladies when you're out on a date wearing it.
Or, perhaps you start wearing your yellow cardigan again because it’s a Calvin Klein and you know it fills your girlfriends with envy. See, aside from those first few dates, women dress to impress women.
Correct me if I’m wrong here, but men don’t give a toss if they’re wearing a pair of Diesel jeans that were featured in Milan Fashion Week. He also doesn’t care if you own a Diane Von Furstenburg puffer jacket. Or if skinny jeans are out and flares are in.
Men notice how much boob you’re showing, appreciate a dress or skirt to remind them that you’re a girly girl. For years, this has been my staple dressing recipe to score. Dress, heels, boobs and done.
For the rest of a 24 hour day, we’re wearing clothes we believe women will appreciate. I am guilty of ‘trending up’ as the next minx. Putting on a trilby and red Ray Bans when I’m hanging with the cool kids. Or not changing out of my power suit if I’m meeting my overachieving mate from school.
I don’t wear a power suit if I want to impress a man, I wear a power suit if I want to intimidate a man.
Interestingly, I’ve had three boyfriends in the past who have found my choice in accessories — which I’d deliberately put on to target my women counterparts — very fetching. They've claimed that they prefer it if I wear my Lego earrings or a shirt emblazoned with Banksy, rather than a generic outfit picked from a Woolies window.
And I was chuffed at myself for killing two birds with one stone, by wearing what I considered "artsy/original" get-up which exuded how appreciative I am of true taste. Apparently, I was wrong. None of the girls seemed to notice really.
Instead, it seems that men noticed more that I was trying to separate myself from the masses through what I wore. I was pleasantly surprised to find that men weren't just honing in on the boob-enhancing lycra dresses. They were far more appreciative of personal style than I had initially thought. And there's the thing, perhaps us women are getting it all wrong. Perhaps the boys will start noticing us when we dress the way we like.