The other day, I had a reunion with my polytechnic friends, and one of them surprised us with the introduction of her fiancé, along with the announcement of their upcoming wedding to which we were all invited. Wanting to make a good impression, I chose a decent outfit for the evening – a black strap dress that elegantly covered up to my knees, even when seated on a high chair.
To my surprise, throughout the evening, I couldn't help but notice that her fiancé seemed to have a peculiar interest in me, particularly my bottom. It was perplexing because my dress was far from short, and even when seated, it didn't reveal anything more than my mid-thigh. I couldn't fathom what he was hoping to catch a glimpse of through the table glass panel.
Frustration building up, I found myself increasingly irritated by his persistent gaze. Eventually, I reached a point where I couldn't take it anymore. Perhaps it was a blend of annoyance and amusement, but I intentionally dropped my glass of water, causing it to spill onto him. The unexpected splash seemed to serve as a reality check, and he finally averted his gaze.
No comments:
Post a Comment