Late in the day during my meetings in Las Vegas (okay, it’s a HUGE trade show - I’m sure that gives a lot away - just know that there are literally thousands upon thousands of people walking around, right?), I had finished up a meeting with a super cute British chap and we ended on a super flirty note. He asked me if I had dinner plans and I did, but we also discovered that we are both staying at the same hotel, so he invited me to have a drink at the bar with him after my dinner. I gave him my number and told him to give me a ring later.
Great, right?!
So I’m walking out of the meeting and down the hall and around the corner to another hallway and then around to the escalators so that I can ride all 16 floors down this escalator…kind of torturous, but better than being stuck inside a way overcrowded elevator with 25 people in the car.
ANEEEYYYWAAYYYY. As I was walking around to the escalators, I heard a male voice calling out to me…“Miss? Oh, Miss??”
I turned around and there were two gentlemen following me. I’m almost positive they were from the showroom where I’d had my last meeting with the Brit.
The one came up to me and said something that confused me. Something about someone wanting to know where something is - maybe where the escalators were or something?
Anyway, he told me that he told the guy to follow the woman with “the LONG legs.” And then he said, “…and that was you…what do you think about that?”
And I thought that he was complementing me, so I said, “Well, I think I should say thank you for making my day!”
And started trotting off all flattered and proud.
Until I kind of looked down and tried to figure out what was going on with the bottom of my dress. Do you know what was going on with the bottom of my dress? I’ll tell you.
It was RIDING UP ALL THE WAY TO MY WAIST because of the heavy bags I was hauling around! An what was underneath and exposed were my WHOLE DAMN SPANX!!!
I shit you not…it must have looked like I was wearing bicycle shorts!!! Oh my GOD!
I immediately shuffled my bags and pulled down my hiked-up dress and tried not to see if the guys were still looking at my “LONG legs.”
UGHHHHGGGHHH! Mortification! I died about 5 billion deaths in that 30-second adjustment.
But once again, I HAD to tell someone!
Now. Off to dinner and I hope I don’t even see the British dude at all. I think he saw the whole damn thing!!!
Again, ugh.
xox,
GS
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