Sunday afternoon. Continue to drizzle, the sky is dark and sad. We are at home, shoulders. My husband is dragged from the couch to the computer, my son alternates games on TV. And I ... not even a good book to pass the time. Boredom fills this evil day of rest. Well my friends, which usually kill the boredom of some Sundays have taken other commitments, made other programs. What to do? I decide to go for a bit 'expense, not to make it completely useless this day and not get overwhelmed by boredom. I go out as they are, overalls, tennis shoes, without a trace of makeup. So those who will never be out shopping on Sunday afternoon, this time? Wrong! Apparently the whole town has gathered here today at the supermarket, entire families with little children scurrying about, couples holding hands, and even groups of noisy teenagers intent on trying do not know what. The temptation would be to leave instantly, but now I'm here and then try to get me off of people without offending anyone with the cart, and to do as quickly as possible. I am irritated, impatient, intolerant. are especially uncomfortable in the midst of all these ladies chirping at her husband's side, elegant, made-up, inexplicably happy. I hasten: to socialize today I do not want! After the tour, I approached the cash register. Behind me forty-two rather interesting. Smile, wink, chat cordially. But I said, I do not want to socialize. I feel sloppy, slovenly, not seductive: a forty year old woman resigned and ungainly. This is an image I know to defer to those around me. But it's raining and I run the ball. I just want to go home, to pull me on the couch and enjoy a bit 'insane for television. The friendliness of the two goes so far as to help raise funds to water, to accommodate the expenditure on the conveyor belt, not required but help came naturally. I smile, thank you and I go back to the parking lot. I'm almost satisfied: I reflect on the fact that some men are able to be kind and courteous anyway, even without the seduction of a winking eye, legs discoveries of high heels. I feel liberated by this thought, the possibility that despite being themselves, without disguise, is being treated as people, they still receive attention.
I go by car and ... oops! 
I realize painfully that the zipper of my suit is mysteriously slipped below the allowed limit and one can see everything that the push-up raises, pushes and provocatively suggests. And I assure you is no small thing!
I realize painfully that the zipper of my suit is mysteriously slipped below the allowed limit and one can see everything that the push-up raises, pushes and provocatively suggests. And I assure you is no small thing! In this gloomy day full of boredom, I thought I defer to others a certain image of myself, homely and reassuring ... and instead, it seems to me is wrong ... the Tina and La Pina, the balcony shamelessly changed the tables. Bad exhibitionist!
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