The braless wonder strikes back!
NS May 14th, 2008
I went outside this morning to move the bins (trash cans) back from the kerb so that they wouldn’t be blocking my neighbour’s car. In my pajamas. I knew this might draw a look or two from anyone who happened to be passing by but, frankly, I didn’t care. It was only going to take a few seconds anyway, I surmised. Well, wouldn’t you know it that two young builders, real ‘lad’ types, walked by right when I opened the door and stepped outside. They took one look at me and smirked. There I was in my braless glory, thin t-shirt not leaving much the imagination, and they gawked.
My first reaction (utter humiliation and shame) was quashed by the realisation that I had a trick up my sleeve. To make them uncomfortable for staring, I turned to the side, giving them a full view of my (covered) pregnant belly and rubbed it contentedly with a sigh. It did the trick, alright. Their eyes quickly unglued themselves from my breasts and returned to the pavement in front of them. Their pace quickened and they were gone faster than a fart in the wind.
Yep, nothing turns some men off more than the sight of a pregnant belly. Maybe because that ‘territory’ has clearly already been marked? Or that (gasp!) a woman is only worthy of respect once it is clear that she is or will be a mother? I dunno. But sometimes, I swear, men really can be like dogs. I wouldn’t be surprised if one peed on me.
