Before I start, I want to note that this happened when I was in my early 20s – but remembering it now, it kind of sounds like we’re flirting like awkward teenagers. I dunno, we were weird and we both liked it. Also, this story’s probably like half context, but context gets me off.
I was going over to my ex’s house to pick up my bag of things I’d left behind from when we’d been dating. He told me it was already packed up in a bag, so the plan was just to grab it and leave. We were still on good terms and wanted to stay friends, but I don’t think either of us was sure about spending long periods of time alone together yet.
That said, I didn’t want to go dressed in the usual. I picked out an outfit specifically for his tastes, which I know isn’t for everybody. Some might even call it anywhere from tacky to ratchet. A tight black miniskirt that stopped well above mid-thigh, paired with a purple crop top that showed a ton of cleavage. I finished the outfit off with black thigh-high boots. My makeup was done just the way my ex liked it, with extra emphasis on the mascara, eyeliner, plus eyeshadow that matched the color of my top. It was admittedly excessive for a quick visit, but I wanted him to want me, and remember what he wouldn’t be getting anymore.