I hope that I have reached an age where I can look at younger girls in a fatherly way. If I am wrong in my hopes then I apologise to the young lady on my train today. I am sure that she didn’t notice my observation but if she did I can confirm they were not inappropriate.
The young lady in question was dressed in a very masculine manner and carried a skateboard. A tiny thing, her clothing was baggy and she sported a cap pulled low. To all intents and purposes this was what we commonly refer to as a tomboy. I have no doubt that she spends her time being one of the lads.
What struck me today was her actions, clearly every tomboy has a girl at heart. I watched as she studiously and carefully applied a vast array of makeup. This was applied with a light but serious touch, clearly she knew the effect she wanted but was not so experienced in its application. The various make up tools and products were not massively worn nor were they held with the comfort that comes with experience.
Makeup duly applied the equipment was stowed in an internal pocket of her beaten up rucksack. The cap was removed and her hair carefully teased into a precise model of unruly rebellion. Even the resetting of the cap needed a mirror to confirm the affect. Clothes were carefully straightened and any errant threads dispatched.
I have no idea who this little tomboy was meeting. No idea who she wanted to see her as more than ‘one of the boys’. I doubt very much that the target of her efforts has any idea how much energy she has applied. I hope that he notices the feminine gem smiling from under the cap and I hope that he deserves the effort.
The thing is though, at my age, I also hope that somewhere a dad realises that his tomboy is growing into a girl.