on perfecting my walk when I was younger, trying to find the right combination of nonchalant confidence in my stride or strut, if you will. I remember distinctly the day I found it. There was a band concert in the high school gym. I was wearing jeans, a retro tee and a blazer. See? I was way ahead of the fashion curve back then.
I had to cross a long stretch of floor in front of the band and suddenly, it just clicked. I had found The Walk. I took my seat and played the concert, smug in my satisfaction of knowing I had found The Perfect Walk.
Later that day, a friend and band mate said to me at lunch “Kary, you have the sexiest walk.” I nodded and said “I know.”
Unfortunately, her calling attention to my just-found-awesome-walking-style completely ruined it for me and I never found it again.
I’m not sure there is a point to this story.