Rewind: Saturday Night, Corset

Saturday night, as a means to bounce back (pun very intended) from my bout of Unrequited Love, I strapped on my trusty corset and hit the town. Let me be the first to wan you that when I put that corset on, the Earth pauses to catch it's breath. Yeah, seriously. The planet has to catch it's breath. I have shed a few pounds since the last time I wore it (insert good for me comment here) and was surprised to see that I looked less like a fat girl making use of antiquated, tortuous devices to pull a little tail and more like a hot piece of ass whose waist was meant so that an admirer could get a better grip while motor boating his/her way to delirium. Because honestly, anyone faced with my fleshy delights in the corset would have to display record-breaking self control not to nuzzle. I must also admit, thought, that I was a little nervous about bringing all that sexy out in public. I kind of looked like a cartoon and was unsure whether or not this was a good idea. While I am not afraid to stand out in a crowd, I also did not want to get arrested for indecent exposure. Hooters get you free drinks, but they also get you side glances from dirty old men, jealous twiggy blonds, and sneaky cops just biding their time until you are drunk in public and they have an excuse to manhandle your satiny skin. Heh. Coppers on my satin pillows.
I did choose to wear the corset. I did get some side glances as well as the attention of everyone in the bar. Unrequited love? Psh. In the corset, you will requite my love anyway I give it to you.