Wow. According to that, I'm not a "chick" at all.
Rule #2: When hubby and I started dating, I paid for dates. He was unemployed at the time, and I wasn't.
Rule #3: Only sometimes true. I've been known to disagree with my friends when they're being stupid.
Rule #5: I LOATHE pink. My version of Hell is a pink room with pink furniture and pink shag carpet.
Rules #12 and #15: I can count on one hand the number of times I've put on makeup in the last 2 years. And that wasn't because I wanted to do it - it was expected of me by others. I could care less.
Rule #13 - Maybe when I've lost about 80 pounds and had a tummy tuck. Until then, it's the full cloak and mask.
That's OK. I'd rather be a "gal" than a "chick" anyway.