Yesterday while walking through the mall. My arms heavy with bags filled with stuff intended to boast my fragile ego, hair flowing in the wind and my fly... wayyyyyyy down! I didn't notice it until I reached the parking lot and felt the cold wind on my crotch.
This is a marked improvement to the time I was in a rush to leave a dressing room and forgot to put my shirt back on. Just threw on my wool peacoat and kept it moving. It took me a good 10 minutes to realize that the silky fabric against my skin was not my shirt but the lining of my coat. By the time I realized there were already a group of 13yr olds staring. I was 13 at the time too... No one bothered to get my number, and not a pedophile in site. Even chunky teen needs to feel special every once in awhile. Pedophiles man... never a good one around when you need them!
-LB
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