“You know, it’s just like being a peddler. You want two breasts? Well, here you are — two breasts. We must see to it that the man looking at the picture has at hand everything he needs to paint a nude. If you really give him everything he needs — and the best — he’ll put everything where it belongs, with his own eyes. Each person will make for himself the kind of nude he wants, with the nude that I will have made for him.” - Pablo Picasso
I remember as a little kid (from stories, vidoes, and pictures) that I loved being naked ALL THE TIME. Little did I know that this indifference would manifest to my present state!
Generally, during my “work week,” I got to work in the morning for 5-6 hours, and then go to class for the remaining afternoon. I always wear nice clothes to work to look professional, and I bring a change of clothes to work to change before I have to walk all over campus. Well, who would know that a change from my slightly banausic routine for one day would result in me being publicly nude!
This one particular day I decided to wear a flowey fall dress with black boots.
That Monday, I was walking on campus, after getting out of my Mathematical Analysis class with my backpack, walking to my car to go to wherever I was headed.
The day was beautiful weather wise, and I was almost in a haze of how glorious it was. (I was probably thinking at the time how I could get out of obligations to go enjoy it!)
Well, while I was not paying attention and thinking about how great the today was , little by little, my backpack kept riding would ride my dress up. I remember once or twice pulling it down just to make sure it wasn’t all the way up, but it turns out I completely missed one side of the dress. My whole right side my exposed!
Oblivious to this all, I hear these guys behind me saying something like, “Class…class…class.” I wasn’t prying into their conversation, so I just kept on walking. A few moments later, one of the guys comes up to me and tells me, “Uh…just letting you know…your dress is riding up.” I smile and tell him thanks. I then realized “Class…class…class” was actually “ASS!…ASS!…ASS!”
I keep on walking to my car and realize that I’m unfazed by it all. To me, it’s just a funny story to tell! I hope the guys behind me appreciated the cute underwear I was wearing that day. That deserve at least a smile on their face, right?