I went shopping today. I was sitting around the house, wondering when my girl would call, when I decided that it might be nice to have a little time to myself, time to go out and do the things I like to do on a gloomy, relaxing day. I showered, put on my khakis, my favorite halter top I found at Forever 21 that shows off my boobs really well (picture on the left), and headed out. I had no idea that that black top would be the cause of one of the weirdest moments I've been through in a long time.

I didn't buy anything for myself while I was out. I found this dress that would look so good on my girl, so I bought that for her, and flowers, all as a gift to her for making last night such a special night. It was marked down to $250 from $400. I couldn't pass it up.

There was a man working the register. He was tall, handsome, about my age (26) or a few years older, and seemed to be really polite. He commented on how beautiful the dress was. He said I would look great in it and...

"A beautiful girl like you should have men standing in line to buy things like this for her."

I was flattered. I smiled and said, "It's not for me. It's for a friend."

Then, he did something I will never forget. He glanced down at my chest and said...

"Those beauties wouldn't fit in here anyways."

What? Since when was it okay to comment on a woman's breast size when ringing up their clothes? He's lucky I didn't reach across the counter and slap him. The funny thing about it was I couldn't decide if I should be offended or flattered. Was he saying my boobs were too small? Too big? Or was he just being a pervert? I chose to be offended. I bought the dress, left, and then called the store to speak to the manager when I arrived at home. The manager was a woman, and was very sympathetic to my concerns. At least that's what she told me. She promised me disciplinary action would taken against the boob-fiend. I highly doubt it, but I was happy that she at least made it seem like she was trying to satisfy me.

It has always blown my mind that some men (not all men are assholes) think it's okay to make comments like this. Have you ever seen a lady working the cash register comment on a man's pants and say "that cock will never fit in these" in your lifetime? I haven't, and I highly doubt it occurs much at all.

I don't hate men. I just don't date or have sex with them. And I don't think all men are like this, but to any men reading this, let your friends know that when they pull stunts like this, it makes good men like you look bad.

Besides all that, today has been wonderful. So relaxing. I love the weekends. Not having to work. Not having to deal with anything I don't want to deal with. Sleeping in. Or waking up early and lying on the couch naked, a cup of coffee in my hand, watching the sunrise over the buildings across the street. I love the sounds of the city in the morning too. It's the sound of the world turning, the gears spinning, and life moving on.

Exactly one hour and fifteen minutes left of loneliness. After that, I get to feel her skin against me again, her warm body next to mine. We'll probably watch movies and eat ice cream all night.
We talked about moving in together last night. We're both for it, but we want to wait a little bit longer. I'm probably going to bring it up again tonight to try and feel her out, see if she really wants to do it. I know it will happen. We're so great together. She really makes me the happiest woman in the world.

<3 Sarah <3 ...
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