Well today, my friends, I was that girl.

I had an eye doctor appointment on my lunch break, and my optometrist gave me a new pair of contact lenses and told me to try them out for a week to see if they worked for me. So I traded in my glasses for contact lenses, and here's what happened to me.

The guy who sits next to me did a total double-take when I walked in. He looked at me for a long second, in a way that he has never looked at me before. Then he said, "You have big. Blue. Eyes." He said it just like that.

One of my girlfriends at work said, "Wow, why are you all fancy today, with your lipstick and all?" I was wearing a sweatshirt (an office bribe sweatshirt) and my greasy hair was pulled back in a bun. "I wear lipstick every day," I told her. "It's the glasses." She looked at me incredulously. "You just look so different! Is it really just the glasses?"

The mailroom guy (who, admittedly, I'm almost positive has a crush on me) walked past me in the street. I said "hello!" and then he stopped dead in his tracks and said, "Oh! Hey, baby! I didn't recognize you!" Then he hugged me.

It is weird, being that girl. I flirted with a guy in the elevator. Then I flirted with two more guys in a different elevator. I struck up conversations and boys held doors open for me, and I felt less like a Sexless Cow and more like I fit in among the pretty people. (And my office is full of Very Pretty People. You have no idea.)

I had to go to the drugstore to buy contact lens solution, and while I was there I picked up a bottle of hair color. Blonde hair color, no less! I figured, why not? Even if it goes horribly awry, I can just show up tomorrow in a hat or something, and then dye over it. It'll be fine.

If I can get all this attention in a sweatshirt, I'm sort of curious to see what else might happen. So I'll go into the office tomorrow with crazy hair and a tight shirt and take my chances.