Yesterday, I got to see my Cheshire (ex boyfriend, though we’re still very close) after about eight months. He lost a lot of weight, but he’s still pudgy enough to prod at. Heheh.
IHx6, top of head, back of hair, chest
ISx3-4, forearms
Covered in (removed), which doesn’t seem to do anything special for me. I just love the perfume of it. I read on the LP forums that it has a LOT of EW in it, and in the ingredients on the site, EW is listed before EST, so it probably does (I thought it had much less…)
So, Cheshire and I are hanging out, and he wants to look at clothes (he’ll be buying after I leave). We head into a little (and I mean LITTLE) boutique-type shop, where there are mostly suits and one older-middle-aged shopkeeper (he’s pretty tall, maybe over 6 feet). He starts asking Cheshire what he’s looking for, riffling through his wares etc. So the guy hasn’t really paid me any mind, which is normal since it is a men’s store and I’m obviously not buying. I’m looking around for purple things (there were ties and shirts) and I turn to the guy and ask if he has any purple suits. “For you?” No, him. “Ahh… purple? grin” …Yeah. Purple.
Now, this guy had a really thick accent (purple=burkle) so I can’t give a transcript or anything lol, but basically what happened was, his body slowly turned to face me and he moved closer as he talked until he was about a foot and a half away (and that’s really close especially with someone so tall). He kept eying me up and down while he recommended another store… in the City. In Harlem. On 125th street. Do I know how to get there? Have I been to the City? Where am I from? He keeps talking and continues eying me like a piece of meat, and I’m sitting there thinking to myself “Jesus Christ, I was just asking.”
Eventually I’m able to get out of the conversation and the man continues helping Cheshire, while also watching me, as I hide behind a clothing rack. When he talks to Cheshire, he splits the eye contact between the both of us, and he hadn’t even looked in my direction when we first walked in. I ran out after Cheshire was able to wrap it up, and the guy followed us out of the store and watched us walk away.
So yeah. I never see guys staring at me, and I think I’d like to keep it that way. Yuck.
Enough about creepy shopkeepers!
An Instant Honesty / Instant Shine combo always seems to work very well for me, in the sense that I get more obvious hits; I’ve gotten noticeable hits with just a spray of each (though I have both in x2 strength). Generally, a 1:1 or 3:2 (H:S) ratio serves as my “base.” It makes people feel good about expressing themselves.
Including creepy, leering old men.
