Playing Paris

so off to the gym this morning to work off the food and feel sorry for myself fest that was this weekend... Ran my ass off on the treadmill and trotted through the cold to Body Pump. Every time I leaned or bent, I was having problems with classic nipple slip. My right breast was pretty much out there... It was great (sense the sarcasm)... I am always a few minutes late, so I almost always end up in front but that is cool, I like the mirrors. I have a thing, ummmm for mirrors... Plus wicked bonus, no over sized ass smashed in my face. Although all the resolution girls have regained their posts on their worn couches watching The View= taking comfort in the fact that Rosie will always be fatter and more ugly than all of them combined.. So anyways, there was one man in the whole class, the one day, I am having wardrobe malfunctions and I get the one lurching fucker, right next to me. He, being hormonally challenged, of course figures this out well, right away and make sure no matter which I am turned he is facing me, or watching me.. It was fun... After class he comes up to me and says, "you are really looking great" I respond, "awww thanks sweetie, you are only saying that cuz you have seen my tits." He smiles, "yeah, I guess I have.. nice by the way" I like attitude in a guy, and honestly if he had been a foot taller I would have grabbed his hand, led him to the handicapped restroom and let him cum all over them. But he wasn't, and I didn't... I suppose the whole thing is my fault really, I should take other's advice and stop being soo vain when it comes to bras. I mean a demi in the gym is a no, no. I recognize this, but for some reason I can't manage a sports bra. I can't do it... totally disturbs me... So I guess I will go on playing Paris, good thing I wear panties.... yikes!