tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21014195.post-45346852146609377062008-03-25T19:37:00.000-07:002008-03-25T19:37:00.000-07:00I was 19, walking down the street, wearing a cute little tank top I'd just bought. A car full of young men pulled up to the curb and the driver asked me for directions. It was a compact car, so I bent over to speak to them. They thanked me for the directions, then the driver grinned and said, "I like your top." I was thrilled, thanked him, and walked on.<BR/><BR/>A full six months later I happened to be wearing the same top, bent over, glanced down, and realized that it gaped clear to my navel. Since I generally went braless at the time, it finally hit me that the nice young man hadn't actually been complimenting the top.<BR/><BR/>That was 20 years ago, and I still feel like an idiot.Cobwebshttp://www.shadowmanor.com/blog/noreply@blogger.com