The weather is getting warmer, that’s for sure. Today wasn’t especially warm, but for some ladies the summer clothes are out and they’re not going back till the fall.
With that comes the lowcut tops, short shorts, and micro skirts. This is truly one of New York’s greatest treasures, IMHO.
Today, there was a young lady sitting down in front of me. I was holding on to the bar above where she was sitting. She was wearing a sundress type thing with little straps. I guess the dress was a little big on her or something because one strap kept falling off her shoulder.
I looked down, and oops…there’s your boob. Nice to meet you.
Unfortunately, she was not terribly attractive. Wasn’t quite to the point of being offensive, but it did give me pause. So I turned away.
It’s like forcing yourself to not look at a car wreck.
Anyway, I got a seat at the next stop more or less across from her…a slight angle. I thought everything would be safe now because I was now at her eye level instead of looking down over her. How wrong I was.
She was reading people magazine or something and was totally focused. Whoops, there goes that strap again. Only this time, it really went. There’s no way that people sitting next to me couldn’t see her entire boob hanging out.
It was easily the entire length of one stop to another before she picked up the strap. But she did it totally casual without even taking her eyes off the magazine. I don’t think she “felt the breeze” at all.
I kept waiting for another woman on the train to say something to her. There’s no way in hell a guy is going to say anything. For one, it is against our DNA to do so, and secondly that is a line we never cross.
I just assumed it was part of the “girl code” to tell each other when your boob is hanging out, regardless of being strangers. Right?
3 thoughts on “I Can See Your Boob”
Women/Females/Girls are naturally self-ish and vindictive so I doubt anyone thought of telling her.
Oh well…sucks to be her.
I’d imagine it’s against some kind of male code to ever tell a woman to cover up her boob.
I was at a performance in Tribeca last week and one of the female performers’ bra was showing. I’d never met her before, but felt it was my duty to attempt to catch her eye and shrug down at my bra in hopes she’d realize it. I imagined her mouthing a silent “thank you.” Sisterhood!! Regardless, we never connected and her bra kept showing.
I would DEFINITELY have said something to her. The only reason I can think someone wouldn’t say anything is the fear of drawing even more attention to her combined with the belief that she would have to notice at any second!!
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