Writers_block
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I just strolled through Target in search of a replacement cell phone case. I ambled past the sports bras in the women's clothing section, did a slight double take, and turned a bit crimson as I realized that I was getting turned on looking at sports bras.
Seriously.
It has come to that.
Furtively oggling a black and lime green sports bra being modeled by a gray plastic torso with no head, arms, or legs.
Admittedly, the mannequin in question did have a really nice rack. The lack of nipples was a bit disconcerting though.
Dear Lord, I hope the 20 year pixie in her fitted little red crewneck t-shirt didn't take notice of the mannequin visual once over that probably went two seconds too long.
But seriously. I am ashamed. I feel like I have reached an all time low with respect to my bottled up sexual energy.
I should be able to walk past the athleisure wear without fidgeting in my jeans.
Is there a kindly woman online who might throw me a bone and send me a private message? Pathetic though I may sound, I excel at providing decent, non cliche conversation.
Seriously.
It has come to that.
Furtively oggling a black and lime green sports bra being modeled by a gray plastic torso with no head, arms, or legs.
Admittedly, the mannequin in question did have a really nice rack. The lack of nipples was a bit disconcerting though.
Dear Lord, I hope the 20 year pixie in her fitted little red crewneck t-shirt didn't take notice of the mannequin visual once over that probably went two seconds too long.
But seriously. I am ashamed. I feel like I have reached an all time low with respect to my bottled up sexual energy.
I should be able to walk past the athleisure wear without fidgeting in my jeans.
Is there a kindly woman online who might throw me a bone and send me a private message? Pathetic though I may sound, I excel at providing decent, non cliche conversation.
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