I've been looking for this one for a while...
I can see her nipples throught her dress. It's not like it turns me on, but it's just something that I notice. Actually, I usually don't like to see that. I don't know why either. She thinks she's so big, so important, sitting there in her blue dress, bare legs bouncing up and down on top of each other. But does she know her nipples are showing? I think if she did, maybe she wouldn't sit so damn high. Might not think that she's the perfect being, might not think she has a god given right to step all over, crush and dishearten every manchild that looks at her... but she might all the same. You never know with people. Everyone wants to be something, is this what she wants? I may just be a Busboy, in a cheesy bar, but at least I'm not a cheesy patron in a bar. Hair perfectly shaped and formed, contacts that are just the right colour. Me, I have a bad dye job, strange clothes and chewed fingernails. I guess someone might think that I'm jealous, or angry or envious... but no. I don't think that's that case. I'm just misogynistic against these type of people. A single word slaps me in the face.... it just happens that the word in question is Fake. That is not her face, those are not her fingernails, and looking at her nipples, I have to wonder if those are her breasts. This is my hair, my clothes, my hunched posture. I like who I am better than this person does. But she wouldn't like me either, I may just be too damn real for her.
I see a lot working in a bar.
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