the next time i try to show off to a prof, i will do so without sexual intimidation.
the next time i make an appointment for essay advice, i will leave the bitch boots at home, the short yet innocent plaid skirt hung in the closet, and my jacket will discretely cover my low-cut sweater over lacy camisole goodness. that pretty little necklace whose pendant coyly disappears into my cleavage will stay in the jewellery box.
visual teases are easy tricks for humans. with hetero men, it is the hidden yet seductively cupped boobie that does it.
next time, chests will be covered, slacks and sneakers shall grace my legs and feet, and instead of my subconscious efforts to woo my professor (into what? a good grade? i don't want to have sex with the guy), the highly mastered skill of provocative word-dropping will show off my intellect.
or i could just be myself.
naah.
the attention whore in me gets a thrill in dressing up all sexy and coy. but my professor doesn't need to see it. i am not interested in making him uncomfortable, especially when i will probably approach him numerous times in my university career for assistance, considering his area of expertise is something i wish to pursue myself.
the saddest part is, i am so enamoured by his intellect and lecturing style, he intimidates me too.
so it is already a lose/lose situation.
fuck.
