Well Hello Darling... So glad you’re here! I’ve got a special blend brewing for you today... it’s a little bit of sexy mixed with a pinch of gracefulness to fill your cup.
I got the opportunity Friday night to look my MILFyest on my Hubby’s arm and accompany him to the spectacular Ritz Carlton for an annual social event for his company’s industry. The mood of the event was a casual elegance that set high upon the bluffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
Enough about the venue and Pacific Ocean my Dear... let’s talk about my dress! To be the MILFyest of the MILFs I picked a metallic gray, draped to there, halter, looow back dress... absolutely stunning! I had the sales gal swooning, the tailor lost her breath, and the mirror before me told me that I looked divine. ‘SOLD!... to the MILF in the 2nd dressing room!’
Pulling up to the hotel’s valet, I realized an important detail that I had forgotten to scratch off my mental checklist when purchasing a sexy new dress... the lean forward test.
Coming to a halt curbside, I am frantically leaning forward looking down my nose into my chest to see how far down my dress reveals for anyone who happens to be in a one mile radius around my gorgeous self... hmmm... I see my neckline... my chest... OH, my bellybutton and beyond! How delightful.
Dear me, I am seconds away from the car door opening and suddenly, that dream of me balancing two giant Cokes on a tray with 2 pieces of Sbarro's broccoli cheese pizza in the middle of the food court at the lunch time rush when a friend sneaks up behind me, pulls down my pants, steps on my waistband and screams at full lung, "Check me out!" entered the forefront of my mind as I see the valet reaching for the door handle.
Do I do the shimmy side to side maneuver to get out of this slammed to the ground sports car? Nah, my dress is knee length and showing off my gorgeous legs is never a problem. It's the coming out party for my navel that has got my lipstick in a smudge...
I know! I’ll hold my wonderful drape close together with one hand, reach for the helping hand with the other... wait a second, what about my purse and shawl? I must have missed that chapter on, 'Short Dress, High Heels... The Art of Getting Out of a Car'... Hmmm, this is harder than I had previously anticipated!
Yes Darling, I did finally get out of the car. I’m not sure how I pulled it off without the whole world viewing my navel and beyond, but I must have done it ever so gracefully, as the valet and those around him wouldn’t stop staring and grinning at my lovliness...
Oh look, my cup is empty... I think I'll look up 'graceful car exit strategies' on Google. Maybe they'll have a picture of me from Friday night! Until next time my Sweet... Ta Ta!