Close Enough

“Girlfriend, hey giiiirl, DIVA!”

Of course with Diva being called out I whipped my head around. There were two women trying to get my attention at the motorcycle rally. One was sitting. She had the biggest, most genuine smile I’d ever seen. The other was standing. She was wearing big Jackie O. sunglasses and had an attitude to match.

They were dressed in biker gear. While they were both very feminine, they also looked like you wouldn’t want to get on their bad sides. 

The one standing said, “Come on over here Miss Diva!”

I walked over.

“Girlfriend, I LOVE that corset! You look HOT. I’m a clothing designer and that looks like something I’d design.”

(I looked at her website when I got back to the room and was floored. Ms Biker Babe is a major designer, the woman designs couture! She’s designed for some major people as well as a bike club, strange but interesting combo I think.)

These women and I continued our conversation.

Then the one standing sealed the deal for my attraction to these two.

She looked at the sitting woman and said “Girl, did you see the bike this Diva rode up on? It’s white and pink! It’s bad ass! Are you a Gemini?”

"No, Taurus."

"Close enough!"

Oh yeah, I’m loving these people.

We continued laughing and talking. They both rode their own bikes. These girls kicked butt. I could have stood there all day talking with them but the parts guy pulled me away. I was having this bad ass air cleaner installed on my bike. On our way over to ok the work my friend grabbed my arm.

“Teri, you can wipe the drool off your face now. And how in the hell did they know to call you Diva?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me? I EXUDE Diva!”

He shook his head and walked away. Meanwhile I was feeling pretty damn good about myself, at least for that moment in time.