Dear random sales guy who came to my door yesterday,
Thank you for staring at my boobs the entire time you stood at my door. Ordinarily I would find that sort of thing annoying (ok, so theoretically ordinarily I would find that sort of thing annoying, but I have precious little experience with anyone ever actually ogling my boobs), but at 21 weeks pregnant, frankly I'll take what I can get.
And sure, it was almost 11:00 which certainly should have provided me ample opportunity to have both found and donned a bra at some point prior to you ringing my doorbell, but we didn't have anywhere we had to be so it was a pjs morning. Even given that, I find it surprising that it was such an enthralling sight that you couldn't tear your eyes away for a second. But as I said, pregnant, chubby, not too choosy right now, etc.
Warm regards,
Beth
Comments (13)
I dont know, but I would be more pissed. In fact, I probably would not have answered the door. LOL!
Posted by linda | October 5, 2007 8:23 AM
I always believe in taking the compliments where/when you can get them when you are feeling in need of them :-)
Posted by diane | October 5, 2007 9:19 AM
Nobody ever stared at my chest until I was nursing.
I was flattered and mortified at the same time.
Posted by Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah | October 5, 2007 9:32 AM
mmmmmmmmm saggy pregnant tits. Mine now hang down to my knees.
Posted by statia | October 5, 2007 10:31 AM
At least you can look at the bright side!
Posted by sue | October 5, 2007 10:37 AM
Enjoy it while you can. Soon, you'll be over the hill like me and your boobs will rest between your knees and the only one oogling them will be 6 year old boys with nothing better to do but wonder what happened to that old lady!
Posted by Maribeth | October 5, 2007 11:11 AM
Women don't stare at my boobs. If they did I would feel good about how good my boobs looked.
But, as we all know, you and I both can't stop talking about boobs.
~Jef
Posted by Edge | October 5, 2007 11:28 AM
Unfortunately, most people (including women) stare at my rack when they speak to me.
Posted by Maria | October 5, 2007 12:26 PM
It is sad how when we feel less than glam, we will take odd things as compliments.
There was a day when I was walking in Guatemala, my daughter was strapped to me in the bjorn, I was hot and sweaty and tired and cranky. Some tourists kids walked past me and called me a MILF. I should have been shocked and outraged. Instead it put a little spring in my step. Yep, I'm pathetic.
Posted by Michelle | October 5, 2007 1:17 PM
Same thing happened to the the other day when my milk came in (I think I included you in the mass email). Anyway, at least this guy wasn't as forward as to ask you "where your boyfriend at?" Maybe it's the pheromones.
Posted by Kelly | October 5, 2007 3:53 PM
I'm sorry, what were you saying? I was a little distracted. Nothing but boobs around here.
Posted by ben | October 5, 2007 10:52 PM
Boobs, boobs and more boobs...that's what the interweb is good for!
Posted by Isabel | October 6, 2007 5:53 PM
Haha yeah...I take all kinds of random and possibly rude things as compliments. Just leads to a better day that way!
Posted by Heather | October 7, 2007 3:08 AM