That was some years ago so pardon my shit memory for details. Like before my ex, so has to be about 6 years ago.
Meet me age 21, year-one Londoner freshly after breakup with my first and only boyfriend at the time, vanilla to the brim iron-maiden good girl™
Was working at this restaurant for some months now, I find out my boss, twice my age hot middle eastern guy is leaving to go to states. Farewell party it is and I’m not even counting on getting an ounce of his attention. I mean I know for a fact there was at least one, probably two waitresses that have been close to him. You know what I mean.
Turns out my revealing tight dress is actually making him talk to me a lot. Or actually stare at my tits while talking. Same thing, but not really. This is probably the first time in 3 years when I’m out alone, single and drunk.