Because, really, once you start with the boring stuff, you have to follow through

Shoes? Check. Cute, black, plain enough to go with everything I own. Super comfortable. Nice, solid heel. Bra? Check. Okay, let's just be honest. I'm a little more brash online that I am in person* and so I wasn't actually going to make out with the Professor in the dressing room. I wasn't even planning on letting her into the dressing room, but when my real, actual tits seemed to morph into big old porn star tits, someone had to see, and, even though I looked around to see if I could happen to find W. passing by, the Professor was my only option. So, the new bra is delightful and hilarious. I'm not actually sure I have the guts to wear it, but I bought it and a shirt to wear over it, and so we'll see. I'm sad our old neighbor, the guy who gets laid a lot, has moved, because right now is the time when you want to throw the thing on, throw a shirt over it, and have some man scrutinize it to let you know--on a scale of "awesome" to "funny"--where your tits now fall. He used to do that for me pretty frequently, but now he's gone and I don't have any one else who's willing to ogle me just for the sake of ogling. Which is too bad, because I respected his opinion**. Anyway, the Professor got this totally cute pink bra and these darling black and pink Chuck T's and a shirt for one of her lovers. I'm unclear if she's going to buy presents for all of her lovers, but I fully expect they will buy presents for her. And I'm a little envious of that. One has already purchased her a small kitchen appliance. And the whole shopping thing didn't even really suck. I had a nice time. Might I be getting in touch with my girly side? I don't know. *Unless I'm drunk, but I think that goes without saying. **Though, I must say that, in retrospect, perhaps how he got laid so frequently by so many women, despite being kind of "used-car-salesman" looking, is that he had a way of looking at you that made you feel like he was about to not be able to help himself. So, maybe I didn't always look so smoking hot, but god damn, you'd knock at his door, he'd answer, you'd say "How do I look?" and he'd kind of rock back on his heels and nod and you'd go off feeling like you were about to set the world on fire. What a great guy.