Was downing second vodka tonic when Galpal leaned in to whisper, “J is here.”
Was aware that someone had invited J to Saturday night’s birthday festivities, but was still wholly unprepared for the event. Was advised by gal and guy pal alike to “blind with cleavage.” Chose appropriate, low cut black number, and even resurrected Wonder Bra from depths of lingerie drawer. Am not certain if was successful at distracting J from noticing that yours truly had packed on significant amount of weight in last 4 months, but did succeed in luring guy pals into tossing items such as napkin pieces into cleavage chasm. Sigh.
Was ever-so-glad that nearly every sentence out of J’s mouth started with “My girlfriend…” Great. Just great. Bite me, drummer boy.
Am also suffering from symptoms of a new crush. Blast. Am not too worried, as symptoms usually pass after have had chance to dismantle and dissect New Crush to find as many possible reasons why would be unworthy candidate. So far, though, NC’s flaws are more endearing than disqualifying. A shame, really, as am fairly certain the interest would not be returned.
A shame, indeed.
Ah, the ol’ Cleavage Target game. Haven’t played that one in years. Thanks for keeping us abreast of the latest party trends.
Kudos for surviving the Close Encounter of the J kind, too.
Congrats on surviving, and looking damn good while doing it
sounds like you played the evening out with class. and fun. i just read your post and sighed, thinking of my ex J, and his new GF… and, how cleavage does funny things to men. and new crushes… hugs, fish!
I think you should have dropped something, asked him to pick it up and..”JUDO CHOP!” Problem solved.
I’m sure you looked fanastic and I’m quite sure J noticed. Guys are usually much better at playing off a meeting then girls are. I bet he thought about it all the way home.
I’m happy you’ve found a new crush, if he’s any kind of sensical man I’m quite sure the interest will be returned.
here’s me wishing i could show of my cleavage to ex. oh well…
I’m sure he noticed, cleavage does funny things to men.
Can backfire on occasion tho– I once got tarted up in a leopard print, gravity defying, corset-like contraption to go out to a club. Dancing on the ridiculously crowded floor, I turned around at the same moment another girl downed her drink– ice, chewed up lime and all– tossed her head back over her shoulder, and spit the spitty lime right down the front of my cleavage, where it remained firmly lodged until I picked it out gingerly and flung it on the floor. Needless to say, boys were not impressed with my budge that particular evening.
Great journal by the way, wickedly funny.
It seems like the perfect time of year for a new crush. I think I need one myself. If only there was a way to make these things happen.
yes, but just think, this new girlfriend will soon find out just how disappointing J can be in the “you can count on my love” dept. The probability is high that it’s a pattern with him.