Nice dress

Changing rooms in high street stores are shit.

They fall, broadly, into two categories: the Topshop type, boiling hot, with those little size cubes all over the dusty floor and a sales assistant who insists that anyone who accompanies you must themselves be carrying a Size 6 peplum skirt and a Size 18 poncho and the more upmarket type, à la Jigsaw, where sure, your boyfriend can sit on a comfortable chaise longue right outside, but the sales assistant is constantly flitting back and forth and no sooner would you have invited him in for a quick blow job in front of the mirror than she’d stick her head round the curtain to ask: ‘Did you see we have it in pink, too?’

It’s a shame, because boys give the best compliments on new clothes.

When a friend says ‘I like that dress,’ she’s thinking ‘You could wear it in the office, out to dinner, and to at least two weddings this summer.’

When a boy says ‘I like that dress,’ his fingers will be curling round the neckline, tugging sharply to see just how much give there is.

A friend will say ‘It fits really nicely at the back.’

A boy will say ‘Your arse looks *amazing*’ and, hopefully, give it a proprietary slap for good measure.

But, because I can’t get those reactions in store, I have to model new clothes in the bedroom. Which, inevitably, leads to this:

4 thoughts on “Nice dress

    • The Sweetest Thing is a very silly film, but it’s a fun way to pass a couple of hours – yes, he did lick it!

      And I’m totally with you re. the hell of trying on clothes

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