|Gems - Week 16|
At the restaurant, my friend and I met up with some of his buddies from work, who ended up sitting with us at our table. Near the end of dinner, I excused myself to use the ladies room, which happened to be located at the opposite end of the restaurant, so I had to walk by several other tables to get there. After taking care of business, I quickly checked to make sure that my hair and makeup were tidy, and that everything else was in order, then began to return to the table where my "date" was waiting for me with his buddies. Immediately, as I walked through the sea of tables, however, I felt as though there were a hundred eyes on me. I had worn nylons that night, and had a leather jacket over my dress, as it was cold out, but I suddenly became paranoid that maybe something was amiss with my outfit. I casually felt the back of my dress, and from what I could tell, everything was as it should have been, so I returned my attention to my dinner party.
Not long afterward, the dinner party concluded, and my "date" asked if I'd like to join him and his friends for a quick site-seeing tour around the hotel. I obliged him, and so the four of us (me, being the only girl) went for a little walk through the lobby and into the casino to do some exploring. Again, I started to feel the stares - and most of them were coming from women. I started to fear, once again, that something was wrong with the back of my dress, so I reached back again and casually tried to feel around to see if I could feel anything out of place (should have just gone to the stinkin' ladies room - sheesh), but still couldn't tell that anything was wrong.
I noticed that a couple of times, the "gentlemen" that I was with kind of hung back from me a bit, and I could hear them snickering. I didn't think anything of it at first - just thought they were being silly guys - until FINALLY, a woman who was a complete stranger to me pulled me aside (after we had been walking around for quite some time) and told me that my dress was tucked into the back of my nylons. I immediately reached back without any care as to my lack of discretion, and could definitely tell that the bottom of my backside was exposed! I seriously almost died! I immediately excused myself and took care of the problem, but I was so humiliated. Why had my date not told me that there was a problem with my dress? Why had he let me walk around like that while he continued to snicker with his friends? As you can imagine, I never went out with him again. SO embarrassing. I am just glad that I had been somewhere with people I never had to see again. lol.
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