Might change it to third person later. +++ There was a smoking hot guy standing in front of me at the post office, with a shaved head and bright blue eyes. I know he had blue eyes because when I came up behind him, he glanced at me in the casual way anyone will glance back at someone approaching them. After that, he turned and took a better, much longer look. Because here’s the thing — even when I’m casual, I look fantastic. I had my hair back in a loose knot. I hadn’t had time to put my contacts in, so I was wearing my glasses. I wasn’t wearing makeup. But because I’m a girl, I of course checked myself out in the mirror even though I was in a rush, and I totally thought that I’d fuck me. I look way cute when disheveled, and honestly, the glasses are awesome enough that I should probably wear them more. I was wearing a strappy little top and a nothing-fancy skirt. I was carrying my shoulder bag, with the strap pressing down between my tits. The guy in front of me turned and stared, totally unashamed.
