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Welcome to my blog-a-day blog... I started in November 2012 with the goal of blogging once each day. I'd wanted to do the National Novel Writing Month, but I knew my time was limited so I did this instead to force a little creativity and/or therapy for myself. :) I've decided to continue daily through December. Not sure I've found a true direction or voice for my blog... but we'll see what happens. :) Thanks for visiting.

Monday, March 11, 2013

The weird saga of my ugliest hoodie attracting attentions to my, um, assets

I looked especially crappy today. Now, let me say I'm not really being down on myself. I'm just stating a fact. I woke up earlier than normal on this Monday after daylight savings time because the alarm on the living room clock had inadvertently been set while the clock was being changed. Then my stomach hurt so I couldn't go back to sleep. I crawled out of bed, showered, and put on clean clothes to the best of my groggy ability. Jeans, sneakers, and a hoodie sweatshirt are my typical attire. Today for some reason I grabbed my crummiest hoodie. It is by far the most ill fitting and least flattering, and it has little holes starting at the seams. I reserve use of this sweatshirt for sitting around the apartment. It is part of my "house clothes/pajamas." But I grabbed it this morning. It was cleaned, but let's just say I was dressed to unimpress today.

So I'm sitting at work truly unconcerned about my crummy clothing. I work around folks I don't care about impressing. In the afternoon I had one customer come in and while we were discussing his order I noticed that he seemed to not be able to make eye contact with me... It was like I had an eyeball on my left boob that he was intent on having a conversation with. I found this strange, but after a while it occurred to me he seemed somewhat awkward in a way that led me to believe he was just avoiding eye contact, and not really aware he was in a staring contest with my boob.

Then another guy came in toward the end of the day... and he did the same damn thing. I found myself checking my sweatshirt to see if I had some sort of bullseye on it... or just some weird spot that would call attention. Nope... nothing.

So what the hell? I deal with dudes every day. I'm aware I have boobs. Guys often like boobs and will look. It is what it is. But I've not noticed this in 6 months at this job. Then, on the day I have the grungiest, baggiest hoodie-clad boobs (and I do mean the hoodie is baggy and grungy... not my boobs thank you very much! They're holding up ok for their age) I have 2 dudes unable to make eye contact with me, but able to make eye contact with the girls? I was neither offended nor excited about this. Just extremely perplexed.

Whatever the case this ugly ass hoodie will be staying in my apartment from now on. :)

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