My ex-boyfriend is in town and reached out wanting to see me. I agree to dinner and need help picking out an outfit. You sit down to assist, but you have concerns. I do my best to reassure you of the platonic nature of this visit, but you seem to distrust the lingerie I'm picking out, as each set and each dress is sluttier than the last. You really have nothing to worry about baby, I just want to rub how hot I am in my ex's face. Nothing is going to happen. Sure I come home disheveled with running makeup, but it was crazy windy at the restaurant, and it rained. I wasn't wearing water-proof makeup baby.
