I know that I like to wear a skimpy top or two now and again. You're right when you say it was my choice, you're right when you say that you didn't force me.
But, the rest of what you write is sexist and embarrassing. The thing is that it's not my responsibility to wear less skimpy clothes to stop your dirty little mind wandering into spank bank territory. It's up to you to do that.
I've got a great pair of breasts, I know that and I'm proud of it. That doesn't mean that men have to stare at them as if they've never seen a pair before, it doesn't mean that you have the right to perve over me like you do.
You say that you were nice enough to focus on my fun bags, as opposed to alternating between them and trying to make eye contact. Well I'm stunned. Do you expect me to be grateful for this? For the huge restraint you showed, that incredible demonstration of self control.
Sonny, I'm not flattered that you like the way I look, not one bit. The look I gave you in the lift, the one you say had a hint of "slight animal lust", was anything but that. It wasn't even annoyance, it was a look of pity, of indifference and of "I hope he doesn't have a semi again".
You see, believe it or not, I don't dress to impress boys like you.
It's real men, like that RD fellow, who appeal to me.
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