Can someone explain to me....
Why after I put on the same outfit that drew heads in London to go out with my beloved PK this evening...
Before we step into the restaurant..
He waits until I have primped, and pressed and walked passed him, the kids, his parents...
got into the car drove 6 miles
AND THEN he tells me that my blouse needs to be re-adjusted and I am hanging out of it?
For some reason, this crap never fails to upset me.
I felt confident. Sexy even.
All to be destroyed in an instant.
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Hey, don't let anything destroy that confidence. I know how it is; I've got the most gossamer self-esteem. But you ARE lush and yummy. Revel in it.
Perhaps he just wants you to himself?
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