Hi there, happy Boobday and happy Friday to you sexy people!
Make sure you click on the icon above to go to the Boobday post for today, there are SO MANY gorgeous boobs wrapped in RED today!
First, let’s chat.
I hope you have had a great week and have some fun plans for this weekend. I have a girl’s night out on Saturday night, which I’m looking forward to. I’m going to be with my old high school crew, I’ve had fun hanging out with these girls in the past few months after over 15 years apart. It is especially fun because I don’t match their memories of me, I guess they thought I would still be a shy and reserved girl.
For the first part of the night out on the town, I like to sit back and observe the crowd or enjoy conversation with people around me, sipping on my drink as slow as I can (I admit I have a problem drinking slowly). I’ve learned the best way to enjoy myself at a club is to act like I’m a VIP, when you think that way about yourself, the other people around you tend to go along with it. I guess I enjoy feeling an air of “you can look but you can’t touch”. After a few drinks I go dance with the girls, they like to dance to music I’m not too fond of, but if I’m buzzed enough I enjoy dancing to any kind of music.
Usually within a song or two I feel a warmth pressed up against me from behind and a body moving in unison. I turn around and see a man I don’t know and unfortunately I’m not very attracted to. Depending on the amount I’ve consumed, I might continue to dance with him for the rest of the song or I might move closer to a friend, dancing with another girl is usually enough to make the man step back to observe instead.
Mostly when I go out, I’m with my husband and our mutual friends (which started out as his friends and I like to think they are our friends now) so if I’m dancing with a guy I do like to tell him I’m married and my husband is there. Most of the time I don’t see the guy peel away, it happens in a blink of an eye, I see how strong that “bro code” is. Or maybe men just don’t like the idea of a married woman enjoying herself freely with other men, they flash to when they get married and how they wouldn’t want their own wife doing that…people are funny.
Oh yeah, Boobday! No more chatting, let’s do this.
Here is what I sent to Hy for today’s RED Boobday post:
To see that post click on the link, but here are a couple shots from that “session”:
That was a fun day, here is another:
It took me a while to go through the hundreds (possibly over a thousand in total) boob pics I have saved to my phone, but I found another photo with red:
Enjoy your weekend!! XOXO