Let me backtrack here.

For those who don’t know this about me, I’m a fan of the demure flashing. No full on boobs, but I’ll lift up my shirt and show just about anyone my bra. What’s the big deal? It’s like a bathing suit, right? In college, I used to flash people all the time. Even when I graduated, too - I remember doing it at my first job. I worked in a call center so I would flash my co-workers to try to get them to laugh while they were on the phone. Anyway, although the frequency in which I flash others has waned over the years as I’ve gotten older, the heart of a flasher still lies within. Which brings me to last Saturday night.

I went to my friend Kevin’s new apartment to hang out before we were supposed to go see a band play. I’ve known Kevin since my sophomore year in college, so he’s seen the history of my boobs. Since I now have actual boobs thanks to my recent weight spurt, I felt the need to flash Kevin the other night to show him my new pals. A little while later, I started asking him about the roommates in his new place. This is when the speech happened:

PAM: Do you have any cute roommates? Are they all too young?

KEVIN: Well, Ben and Sean are 22 or 23 and they’re okay…ooh, Matt! Oh my God, you have to flash Matt. I need to see the look on his face.

PAM: What? No. Is he cute?

KEVIN: I think he’s your type. He’s 29.

PAM: Is he single?

KEVIN: Yep. Oh, please flash him. Please, please. He should be home any minute.

PAM: I don’t know. I have to see him first.

KEVIN: C’mon, show him your boobs! This poor guy – he hasn’t seen boobs in so long. Give the man some hope! He’s been down lately and he hasn’t had a girlfriend in a while. You’d be doing him a favor – nay, doing ME a favor. You’ll be doing a favor for all of mankind! THE MAN NEEDS HOPE. This isn’t about just your boobs or the enjoyment that I will get from seeing the look on his face when you do it – this is about a man and his need for hope. He needs to see boobs. Show him your boobs.

PAM: I feel like there is suddenly a flag waving behind me with patriotic music playing.

KEVIN: Are you going to do it?

PAM: I don’t know. I have to see him first.

KEVIN: (whispering) Hope….

Who knew flashing was such a patriotic act? My boobs are no longer just Thelma and Louise (yes, they have names. What?) – they’re liberty and freedom! Makes one want to shed a tear. And I’m kicking myself because I know I left things out of that speech. I’ll have to ask Kevin about it when I see him tomorrow to fill in the blanks. He should get a job as a motivational speaker.

What? Do you think there’s more to the story or something?

Fine. What happened next? The roommate was cute. I showed him my boobs. He shouted, “Hope!” No, really, he did. It was awesome. So let this be a lesson to all of you ladies out there – get flashing. Give the guys some hope!

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Reason #75689 why I love my best friend Lucy:

LUCY: So then what happened?

PAM: He offered to put on some music, so I checked out his CD collection. Apparently, all of his good CDs are in his car, so I was left with a choice of not one, not two, but 3 Herbie Hancock CDs among other things.

LUCY: What???!

PAM: I asked if he was going to put on Rockit.

LUCY: That is quite possibly the most non-erotic song ever. “Do DOO do DOO do DOO do DOO…Oh Matt!...DOO DOO DOO doo doo.”

PAM: Hee!


before & after





2006-09-30 - Site Move & Favorite Entries
2006-09-25 - Evil Easter Bunnies & Rock Climbing!
2006-09-22 - Shameful-Purchase Hiding & A New Dentist Plan
2006-09-19 - Birthday Picture/Video Diary & The Wheelmobile
2006-09-14 - An Entry About Hall & Oates? Really?





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