I used to think red denim pants went great with a gray printed shirt — tucked in.

That’s probably the best way to sum up my fashion sense — or lack thereof.

People who see me these days tend to think I can at least dress decently, but the truth is I really lack anything resembling normal fashion sense. I like watching America’s Next Top Model, I watch Project Runway, I browse through the occasional fashion magazine. That should keep me updated with the latest fashion trends, right?

Right?

Um, not exactly.

Unfortunately, I don’t think I ever actually graduated from my geek phase. In fact, my life is some sort of unending geek phase, with me still grappling with concepts as alien as “fashion” and “cool”.

As a kid I think I never really understood what cool was, having been the disastrous, unsociable little girl who preferred making up stories in her head more than talking to actual people. I was the complete opposite of cool and barely even cared. Just like any other geek in those teen flicks, I was such a loser I didn’t even know I was one.

Sad.

Not that I was some sort of candidate for “Beauty and the Geeks” (reverse edition — if there was one). I suppose I was just too corny for the rest of the world. Everyone else seemed to know the trends, like when knee pants were okay, or when Michael Jackson was the coolest thing to ever hit the planet. I never really knew any of that and was barely aware of what other people thought was “in”.

I wore kung fu shoes with my uniform; wore a polo shirt to the school fair when everyone else was into mini-tees; stuck to “boy” shirts when every girl in school was turning girly.

In third year, I wore a pang-abay dress to the prom when the dress code was semi-formal. The following year I wore stockings under what could have been my greatest fashion victory ever (a white, semi-formal dress that actually looked *ahem* hot for a change).

I’m a walking fashion disaster.

In my first job, I bought clothes from 168 to cut costs. The clothes looked like crap.
In my second job, I wore HangTen shirts with slacks.

To this day I still wear crappy clothes. I practically wear everything I own with my trusty cranberry (yes, cranberry) chucks.

I’m so uncool it’s just not very normal.

Then again, maybe normal just isn’t really a very apt word for me.

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