The stories about work, above, remind me of three incidents when I had a job back in my very early 20s. There were two women in particular who I worked with who were rather crass and totally not my type (I was a super music nerd prude at the time, working a job that I fell into). I wasn't a huge fan of working there, but it paid insanely well while I worked towards being a future pro musician. These two young ladies invited me to hang out with them outside of work from time to time, even though I was so far out of my element I could hardly handle it. But I hung out with them and their friends, anyway, just to branch out a bit.
Anyway, we were at a hang-out in their apartment with two other guys, and one of them wanted to show everyone her new nipple piercing, but told me to turn around (no one else had to turn around!). A few days later, I asked her why I had to turn around and no one else did, and she said, "Because for them to see my boob was no big deal, but if you would have seen it, then that would have been very special and probably would have turned me on too much!" I was completely confused at the time, and it took me a month to get over it. Looking back nearly 25 years later, I understand completely what she meant, but at the time I just felt left out.
Another time, the other young gal had a photo of her boobs (hands over them) in a small photo album that she carried around in her purse (this was before camera phones; and she was so vain that she had a photo album of just herself in her purse at all times). I asked her why she had that photo, and she said she loved her boobs. I really wanted her to show me her boobs then and there, but I was too shy to ask. A few months later, I told her, "Remember that photo of your boobs I saw and you said you like them? I really wanted to ask to see them, but I was too scared!" She said, "Why didn't you say something? I would have shown you and let you play with them all you wanted to that night!" I was shocked and bummed at the same time. We were out in public with others at the moment, so I couldn't call her bluff.
The last thing involved the same woman from the second story. She used to sleep with pretty much anything that breathed, including a CEO of a Fort 100 company, and when I quit that job and was meeting with the woman from the first story, I mentioned, "I know she slept with everyone at that job, but for some reason I feel left out that she never wanted to sleep with me." And the former co-worker said, "What you do mean?! You were on the very top of her fuck-wish-list! She just didn't know how to approach you because you were so different from everyone else! Like you were too serious and innocent or something. She would have fucked your brains out any time, anywhere!" Again, I was super bummed, but I am sure it was for the best. Being my super prude days at the time, I wouldn't want to have slept with anyone who had 100 partners by 21 years old. These days, different story, but I felt the opposite about pretty much everything back then.
Talk about feeling like a lifetime ago. Wow!
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