The other day I was browsing a department store near work. I always browse whenever I’m in the city because when I’m home I hardly like to leave my house. Two birds, one stone and all that business. On my way up to the second floor, my toe caught the edge of the wooden stair and I landed, stomach down. As I tried to re-orient myself, my eyes were met by the eyes of a very attractive male in his twenties. Truthfully, I’ve not seen such an attractive dude in a little bit and I was completely confused and perplexed in addition to lying on my stomach. As soon as I realized that he was staring at me in shock and not in awe of my raw beauty, I grew steely eyed and stern. Looking him dead in the eye, I hissed “YOU SAW NOTHING”.
And then I pushed myself up off the floor and kept on walking. I turned around to catch him staring again but this time with awe and a pinch of amusement. Thirties is fucking up shit. Owning your shit. And not giving a shit. And then being slightly admired for it (but only from afar). Now. Off to ballet tomorrow.