I know, I know, you don’t have to tell me, I’m writing too much. To paraphrase T. S. Eliot, I would have made my blog entries shorter, but I didn’t have enough time. Besides, it was a really sweet dream, and I wanted to share it with you.
But did it bring me any closer to deciding how to dress on Monday? I think it did, in a way. In my dream, I made it to a very public place, the mall, wearing a dress several inches shorter than crotch-length. I maintained a cheerful and carefree attitude. I laughed and frolicked, and thoroughly enjoyed myself. And you know what? No one bothered me. No one came up to me and said young lady, your dress is too short, and oh, by the way, you should be wearing panties.
OK, I know it was a dream, and real life is quite different from a dream. But just maybe, if I maintain a healthy, hearty joie de vivre, then maybe people will not notice (no they’ll notice) or not care (maybe that’s more like it) that I seem to have forgotten to finish dressing that morning. Like in my dream.
I spent some time with my wardrobe today, and a full-length mirror. I even used a hand mirror to look over my shoulder at the full-length mirror to get an idea what fraction of my cute little butt was covered by each outfit I tried on. I surprised myself by learning some things about female anatomy in the process. For example, did you know that a crotch length dress only comes about half way down a girl’s butt? It’s true. A girl’s vagina is about the same height off the ground as her asshole, and her asshole is about half way up her butt crack. Surprise, surprise.
In the end, I decided to wear a black micro-minidress I’ve had since I was about ten years old. My mom told me to stop wearing it when I was about fifteen, because she kept seeing my panties. But I loved the dress so much, I begged my mom to let me keep wearing it, but with a thong under it instead of panties. She told me my butt cheeks are showing, and I winked at her and said that’s the idea, mom. We both laughed. That was a few years ago, but I was already 5’10”, and I haven’t grown any taller since then. I know I can still wear the dress with a thong under it, and people will see my butt cheeks and wonder — is she wearing a thong? or not?
Well, if people wonder, then it means they can’t tell. So from a modesty point of view, it really doesn’t matter if I wear a thong or not, does it? I read the rules pretty carefully. Unless I’m challenged, which isn’t likely, I won’t have to lift my dress to show my lack of underwear. I’m betting this dress will be shorter than the median length, and so why not take a slight extra chance by going without panties and get two points instead of one? I’ve pretty much made up my mind what I’ll be wearing on the first day of the game — my sexy black micro-minidress, with nothing under it.
Wish me luck!
Today’s pretty girl has the perfect combination of blond hair, light blue-gray eyes, and white teeth. Does she know how cute she is? Somehow I suspect she does!
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