The Dress That Seduces
Not unrelated to the earlier post.
So I find this really lovely dress in a thin black knit material that seemed vaguely decent on the rack. But when I tried it on, it miraculously (there is a god!) showed my curves to appear more womanly than lumpy. I have a waist! There my butt is! Just about enough skin but not too much. A black mini dress with a deceptively low V-neck, it seemed like the very sort of dress to wear to an after-work cocktail where one seduces the latest hotshot investment banker/lawyer just to mess with his puny vulnerable heart.
Buy it! Buy it! My friend exclaimed.
Yeah it’s lovely, isn’t it? I sighed, still not believing the mirror. My butt! Wow!
But I hesitated. It was so clearly a seduction dress that bringing it home would only make stark my sad dateless life. I could wear it on a normal date, but it might lead the poor man down the wrong path. I could wear it on a second date, but no one has so far inspired such effort on my part for the second date.
In other words, I have no man to seduce. A wasted dress it would be, if I had bought it. But dang, my curves! I have curves!