I'm too sexy for my...hairpin?

Now, there comes a point when newly found desire-ness can go to your head...you see, it’s easy to forget how exciting sparks can be when you have been known as ‘hims’ other half’ for such a long time.

All of a sudden you find yourself meeting people, smiling at people in the street and feeling rather chuffed about yourself. You know that you’re never going to turn heads the way Dita von Tease would, you know don’t stop traffic and you’re not going to be accosted in Boots to try out for Britain’s next top model, but you start to hold head your head a little higher and walk a little taller... but it’s only a matter of time until us mere mortals trip on our inflated ego’s and embarrass ourselves horribly.

My moment happened in subway...it was the most fun I’ve ever had whilst buying a sandwich.

Picture the guy behind the till, kind of cute, my age, shaggy hair and nice brown eyes...picture me and my suddenly single brain. So I step forward and smile, he’s smiling – but not to my face as his eyes are firmly homed in on my breasts...I try to order, but he continues staring below the neckline, I can’t believe how blatant this guy is and try to raise his eyes to my face to take my order, he then gestures and nods his head towards my right boob...he said something, but I couldn’t hear what...i looked down and everything seemed to be in order...he said something again...still couldn’t decipher what he was saying and I was actually quite hungry by then  and so I just came out with ‘What?!?’ He looked nervous for the first time and then pointed out my hair pin had fallen out of my hair and had landed on my cardi...he had been trying to tell me about my damn hairclip, and was not indeed staring at my boobs as my ego had mortifyingly assumed...I blushed horribly and couldn’t stop laughing...what a fabulous fall from grace.

Just so you know: Staring at a woman’s boobs is not the way to begin, and as a woman with a rather noticeable chest area, I’m not a lover of the ‘boobs out for the blokes’ motto. If I want to wear a low top that is for me and my mirror, anyone else is just collateral...just wanted to clear that up.