Being Kendra_ Cribs, Cocktails, and Getting My Sexy Back - Kendra Wilkinson [61]
Hank is usually dressed first while I’m in a robe putting my hair and makeup on. He’s an athlete with an amazing body and he takes really good care of himself, so he looks good in anything he wears. Most of the time I yell at him and I say, “Babe, I didn’t say dress up!” And he’ll say, “I didn’t dress up, this is just really regular.” But what actually happens is I get really insecure. I see how great he looks and I can’t help but be jealous. Physically, he’s a god compared to most people: six foot four and completely chiseled. Hank can basically wear anything he wants and make it look like he spent a thousand bucks on it. Black sweaters, long-sleeve button-downs, a tight T-shirt—he can rock anything. Me? I’ve got to go through a dozen outfits before I can find one that will do. I’m not tall, I’m not stick-thin, and I don’t consider myself a fashionista. I know I can look a lot better in a tank top and a pair of exercise shorts. So going out and finding a blouse or a top or a pair of pants that makes me look and feel the way Hank does is not easy. I’ll be done with my hair and makeup and he’ll ask me how he looks. I’ll get so mad and insecure because I need to find an outfit that looks as good as his.
I remember when I was still trying to lose weight after baby Hank was born and my clothes did not look good on me. I was really insecure and feeling like shit because I wasn’t losing the weight. Of course, Hank would come out looking hot. I remember going into my closet and trying on every single outfit, every dress I owned. They all ended up on the floor. Nothing looked as good as what he was wearing, so I started crying. I love Hank so much because he’s honest. Sometimes he would be like, “Yeah, I can see what you’re saying about that dress and how it looks there. Maybe it’s not the best look, so let’s find something that is.” I love that in a guy, but some girls hate that. I appreciate the fact that he’s honest with me. But if I put something on and I hate it and he loves it, that’s when I’m like, “Oh, hell no. Are you just saying that because we’re going to be late and you want to leave?”
When we go on a date, sometimes we’ll call in a town car because we want to have some wine and we don’t want to drive—we are against drinking and driving. But it has to be a town car and not a stretch limo. We are too down-to-earth to show up at a restaurant in a limo, just me and Hank. We don’t want to look like that. I get worried that paparazzi will catch us or a reporter will see us and I just don’t want to look like that. I just want to be so intimate with Hank. I don’t want to feel cheesy. I want it to be normal.
Other times we decide to drive ourselves, and when we do that Hank always puts on really, really romantic music. He’s the man! We are people who love good romantic throwback music—we have a handful of songs that we put on. We have a playlist on our iPod that’s our date night soundtrack. I call it Hank and Kendra’s cheesy love songs for the road:
• “My Cherie Amour” by Stevie Wonder
• “Caught Up on You” by .38 Special
• “Take Me Home Tonight” by Eddie Money
• “Why Don’t We Just Dance” by Josh Turner
• “Sold” by John Michael Montgomery
• “When I See You Smile” by Bad English
• “Forever and For Always” by Shania Twain
• “I Wanna Know” by Joe
• “Show and Tell” by Al Wilson
• “As My Girl” by Maxwell
So we put it on, and the second the music starts I feel at ease. The music that we have and the songs that we have are so romantic. They have the words