"Wow Lisa, is that shirt like, low-cut enough for your presentation to this all girls class ?"
I looked around. He had a point. I actually just wore it because it was comfortable. But if, in fact, I was wearing it because I happened to have a presentation with a peer evaluation [which I did], he made a good point. Girls don't like slutty. And on any given day there is, at most, three guys present in this course. Today, there was only him.
"Oh no Todd, I wore this one all for you [insert scandalous wink here, possible accentuation of cleavage]"
Todd and I both know it doesn't work on him. Somehow, in a fourth year university course on French Caribbean Literature with approximately 17 students, I managed to encounter someone I've known since I was 12. Who isn't a French major.
Plus, he has a girlfriend. And we were in musical theatre together in high school, so there are no surprises here.
Fiasco also known as presentation ensues, and afterwards he smirks at me.
"So, was I hot enough for an A?"
"Oh, I don't know about that..."
Next time I'll have to wear a skirt.
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