Chicoro
5 Year Shea Anniversary: Started Dec 16th, 2016!
I used to think I was successfully being invisible. But the jokes on me because it seems I'm smoldering and smoking up the room. I had a professional function last month. The attendees were former professional athletes in France. They were older and were now working in management and administration in the sports organization, after having had careers as athletes on the field.
Anyway, I was required to be there. I had on no make-up, glasses on, librarian bun, plain black hoodie, stretch pants and boots up to my knees. One gentleman, who was about 6'3 with arms as big as my thigh was sending all kinds of signals. He was giving me direct eye contact and smiling at me. I keep them at bay by staying in English. It's a great blocker, staying in English and only speaking English. Most folks leave you alone if they think you don't speak French or if they think they have to use English with you.
I brushed passed him at one point, BY ACCIDENT, because I was getting me something to eat at the appetizer table and I tried to squeeze by because he was in a conversation with his back to the table and blocking the best food on the table. He stared me down, as if I had touched him with my lil' body on purpose. Ladies, I had NOT!
It were as if I WAS on a cracker and he wanted to eat me up! It was intense. I could literally feel that man absorbing me with his eyes. I was so glad to be able to leave. I usually use a frumpy sweater but I took it off that day because I felt like it looked too unprofessional for the event. I then realized that the leggings were clinging to my legs and my hoodie sat right above my booty, framing it. I realized this after I got home and reflected on that gentleman's intense attention on me.
Now, I may not have nothing else, but I KNOW I have a GREAT looking booty! I felt quite powerful and empowered by the experience and realization. I don't have to do anything except just be- a woman and in my femininity. Wow! (I feel like I've typed this story before on here so forgive me.)
The goodies table. Before it was blocked by people.
Anyway, I was required to be there. I had on no make-up, glasses on, librarian bun, plain black hoodie, stretch pants and boots up to my knees. One gentleman, who was about 6'3 with arms as big as my thigh was sending all kinds of signals. He was giving me direct eye contact and smiling at me. I keep them at bay by staying in English. It's a great blocker, staying in English and only speaking English. Most folks leave you alone if they think you don't speak French or if they think they have to use English with you.
I brushed passed him at one point, BY ACCIDENT, because I was getting me something to eat at the appetizer table and I tried to squeeze by because he was in a conversation with his back to the table and blocking the best food on the table. He stared me down, as if I had touched him with my lil' body on purpose. Ladies, I had NOT!
It were as if I WAS on a cracker and he wanted to eat me up! It was intense. I could literally feel that man absorbing me with his eyes. I was so glad to be able to leave. I usually use a frumpy sweater but I took it off that day because I felt like it looked too unprofessional for the event. I then realized that the leggings were clinging to my legs and my hoodie sat right above my booty, framing it. I realized this after I got home and reflected on that gentleman's intense attention on me.
Now, I may not have nothing else, but I KNOW I have a GREAT looking booty! I felt quite powerful and empowered by the experience and realization. I don't have to do anything except just be- a woman and in my femininity. Wow! (I feel like I've typed this story before on here so forgive me.)
The goodies table. Before it was blocked by people.
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