After losing over fifty pounds, I've been enjoying wearing smaller, form-fitting clothes. Not long ago I indulged in a little retail therapy and acquired a dress which I call "my mid-range hooker dress." It shows a lot of lace-obscured cleavage and is tight all over, and it is one hell of a dress. You could go a lifetime without finding such a rewarding dress, just the right amount of sleaziness.
Recently I had the right occasion to wear this dress in public: a friend had a private party at a wine bar. After I'd had a glass of wine, a former Marine sergeant I know made his way over to greet me. "You look great," he said, hugging me.
"Thanks!" I said. I turned this way and that. "I call this 'my midrange hooker dress.'"
"That's exactly what it is," he agreed. "It's good enough that you can go into a hotel or restaurant in it," but we both agreed a call girl would do well wearing it.
"Sexy!" was his final judgment.
"Thanks," I blurted out sincerely. "That means a lot, because I know you don't like me."
Then came the awkwardness.
Well he liked you in the sexy dress apparently. LOL
He probably didn't hear/understand you. Lack of blood flow to the brain and all...
HaHa! Honesty is so awesomely fun!
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