Escuse me but my eyes are up here

It's been a long time since I had a meeting with some random client representative and he spent more time looking south of my chin than he spent looking in my eyes while we talked.

Granted I am wearing one them new titty tops from Victoria Secrets, but there's another shirt on over that (also fr VS), and then a jacket. What gives, man.

It must be the whole married persona. Married me does not expect anyone to be looking at anything other than our documents and notes. Single me would've probably anticipated some form of reaction, and would've probably said something ambiguous and polite, like "If you look at my chest one more time I will punch you".

Sometimes I miss Single Me - she was a lot of fun and was super audacious. Married me is cautious, staid and a little bit boring. I've never been to MOS, St James Power Station, that soap bubble bikini joint at Sentosa or that other place where people sit around in their bikinis and drink alcohol (did I just describe all of Sentosa?) Married me hardly ever gets pampered anymore - for example, the other day when my husband brought me breakfast in bed, he used the Aussino linen napkins which he knows abrades my face.