
Originally Posted by
sierra.
One night I had my hair done all cute, and was wearing a cute bra with matching thong. It was towards the end of the night and I wasn't having much luck and was worn out from the night. I said "fuck it" and went and put on my tank top I'd worn in the club and put my hair in a ponytail so that when the club closed I could be that much closer to getting the fuck home. I went back on the floor, and 5 seconds later a guy approached me and asked me for a dance. He was the last guy I'd tried to get a dance from before I went to change, and he didn't even realize I was the same girl. After all the work I did to look extra "cute" that night, I couldn't help but think to myself, "This is it?? This is the look you've been waiting for?? Ponytail and tank top???" Men are funny.
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