Brunette cream pie - 🧡 I Went Braless On A Date & Here's What Happened

Suddenly I found an updated version of myself.

Looking at these pics, I know I seem totally unenthused, but I was A nervous as heck, B still uncertain about my boobs cooperating with me, and C just tryna' I left a little earlier than I normally would — I usually like avoiding the awkwardness of picking a seat and then waiting nervously — but I figured I'd bite the bullet and make sure I got there first so I could gather my thoughts.

But we had a real connection.

Like I probably came across as a paranoid nervous wreck.

Piled Higher and Deeper Little Rock: August House, 1990.

This was not an outfit I would have been comfortable wearing for this date.