I am one of those women. You know the ones – I never feel attractive enough, good enough, sexy enough. In truth, I’m a little awkward. I never think about my hair or make up unless I’m getting ready for work. On the weekends, I’m relaxed in my appearance to the point of appearing comatose.
But every now and then, even I manage to make my overt casualness appear deliberate…
After an hour of working in the space that some might call a front yard – if a 3 by 3 plot of weeds can be considered a yard – trimming, weed-eating, straightening the bedraggled appearance of my front walk, I took a long, hot shower. The grime and dust of the work flowed down the drain, along with the rest of my tension and annoyance at life.
Standing in the coolness of my bedroom, I chose my favorite shorts – dark blue, cotton, very short, soft, and above all, comfortable. Figuring that I wouldn’t step foot out of the house again today, they seemed like the perfect option. Paired with a soft blue tank, I settled in for a relaxing Sunday afternoon with my children.
And then I realized I still needed to clean out the car and take out the trash. I considered changing clothes – I live in a row of townhomes, surrounded by military guys on both sides. I’m not one to flaunt myself, but laziness decided for me.
As I leaned over in the backseat of my car, pulling out trash and random items left by my children, I felt the heat of the late-day sun on the backs of my legs. And realized that I felt heat higher than I normally would. My comfortable, soft, blue, very short shorts allowed part of my ass to peek out. Not hearing or seeing anyone around, I tried not to think about it too much. Until I heard a familiar vehicle pulling down the road…
And I stuck my ass out a little further.