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It appears that I have an ass. And it's not even a J-Lo ass (though I must admit that I think the Shakira has a far better deal in that department). As a matter of fact I've never really considered it to be much of anything. And I guess, it being behind me, it was always sort of an out of sight out of mind sort of thing. But now it has come to my attention that simply because I rarely think about/see my ass, doesn't mean that others don't. Especially in this skirt. And I admit that the skirt is a bit... flirty. But I bought it because with the slits on both sides, I thought of it as more leg flirty. I was wrong. Now every time I wear this skirt (which I rather like because it is very comfortable) some man makes a comment to or about my ass. And I am reminded that it is back there and despite the fact that I would like to pretend that it is a model of discretion... it has a mind of it's own. And it's friendly too. Though it's not exactly making the kind of friends that are interested in the mind behind [or rather in front and above] the ass. So now I'm thinking about what my ass is doing back there and who it's talking to. And more importantly, why doesn't it talk to more pretty girls? . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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