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A neighbor I’d been trying to attract invited me over for a one-on-one barbecue on his deck. I spent the day of our date shopping for the perfect, casual yet seductive, hot pink sundress. But by the time I’d showered, shaved, curled hair, and made up, a cool, early evening breeze blew in, so I tossed my favorite black, beaded cardigan on top.
Everything was going wonderfully as we sat at the outdoor table and sipped daiquiris, after eating juicy steaks sizzled on the grill. The setting sun beat down as the wind died, and I began to sweat, so I removed my cardigan, showing off my tan shoulders and back. Like a film siren, I tossed my wavy hair in a sultry gesture, then stretched back both hands, and flirtatiously twisted my hair up from the nape of my neck.
After several moments of indulging in this femininely alluring pose, I noticed, much to my horror, fuzzy lint—furry, little, black fibers from the sweater—stuck to my armpits. It looked like I hadn’t shaved in months! Mortified, I quickly and coolly lowered my arms, slouched back into the cardigan, and made an excuse to leave. I don’t know if my date noticed, since he never mentioned it, which puts him on my list as a very sweet guy. Maybe when the lingering embarrassment is over, I’ll borrow a cup of sugar.
—Jennifer Stanley, Michigan
