Under no circumstance waver or attempt to cover up.
Maintain eye contact.
Smile.
If you feel comfortable enough in your own skin, maybe drop in a little shoulder dance.
If she doesn’t call the police or her muscle-bound boyfriend, who constantly revs his motorcycle outside of your window on Saturday mornings and asks if you work out when you check the mail daily, then you may never need wear pants on a sleepy Sunday afternoon again.
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I here it - I'm pretty sure the man next door saw me in nothing but a pair of beige stockings on Saturday night.
You were wearing beige stockings? I couldn't tell.
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