I put on a top that pretends to
be loose-fitting but is really just tight enough to show my nipples without
looking like I'm trying to show my nipples--not that I have enormous nipples,
in fact, I think I have undersized nipples, but anything will work. Then
I put on shorts that aren't too short or too tight, but short enough to
show how long and tan my legs are, and tight enough to creep up the bottom
part of my butt crack to give that full, rounded look. Black army boots
make me look daring, and big hoop earrings make me look girly. A little
mascara, a little eye liner, and lots of lipstick--a maroon liner, a pale
color on the inside edges of my lips and a deep red to color in the area
in between the maroon and the pale. This effect makes my lips look full
and pouty giving the impression that I'd be emotional and sexy at the same
time: a screamer in bed.
I think I look hot. But I don't ask Andy because of course he'll say, "Yeah,
you look good," because that's his job. I don't ask a friend because
when friends say you look good, they only mean relative to how you normally
I walk to the bus stop, and I take the bus for about a mile, and I count
how many whistles and hellos I get, and then I walk back home, and I count
how many cars honk their horns.
Then some guy says, "Hey baby," when I walk by, so I turn around
and say, "Why are you talking to me? I don't even know you."
And he says, "Oh. Sorry."
"And," I say, "Don't call me baby."
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