The field guide to Cool Chicks
By Wade KwonThey’re out there. I was reminded of that the other day.
Cool Chicks.
How do you spot them? Well, first, they don’t mind being called “chicks” …
The conversation with Kay earlier in the week was eye opening. I’m not really a talker, but once you get me going, it’s hard to shut me up.
What made it cool was, well, everything. Start with being funny. She laughs at my shit. I mean, I’m just pulling out punchlines left and right, making faces, rolling my eyes, embellishing my worst dating stories (or more precisely, lack-of-dating stories) (er, stories about my lack of dating), and I’m killing. Kill-ing.
I’m not that funny, but she’s laughing, and it makes me feel … bulletproof.
(Kay is taken, btw. Sigh.)
Maybe that’s part of it: no pressure. It’s not first-date behavior, it’s just me being me, free and easy. Emphasis on easy.
But she gets the credit. She’s a Cool Chick. I’m telling her about my little schemes and surreal day-to-day existence, and she knows it’s been a crazy post-work life.
I tell her about this one girl with whom I have a weird chemistry. In a word, indescribable. Kay just has to experience it in person. Others have seen it, and more importantly, have given me holy hell about it.
At times during the evening, I try to steer her to real networking, but she’ll have none of it. Me and her, at our table, drinking, laughing, commiserating.
I don’t believe half her stories. They make me convulse with disbelief. And I could hear them again and again.
I’m rambling, only because a Cool Chick is a rare commodity. You don’t really need a field guide. You’ll know her when you meet her.
