sexybtob 197 days ago
As soon as we got to Hollywood, after midnight, most of the people were leaving. Never to be stopped, we carried on. Walking toward where everything was allowed to be happing, I twisted my anklein a very pot hole, TWICE! So that they can be even “Sexy Corset” I needed forgone my glasses and forgottento pack my contacts, so that icouldn’t see. Apparently that doesn’t mix well with 5 inch heels. When youfinallyarrive at when the action was, there's none. Everything was over and there was just a number of teams of stragglers, mostly people walking to their cars or waiting outside of clubs. Could not go into the clubs,on account of being just shy of 21, and having gotten separated from your group i was with, I ended up being your third wheel as we walked around for two hours doing nothing. I was bored,I had been sober,I had a sprained ankle, and I just wanted to get along with most of my guys. The final straw was when as I stood off to the side, while my good friend argued along with hisBF I realized that my corset was coming unlaced. As I futilely tried to lace it back up by myself, I began to cry, ruining all the hard workI had put into my face.I just kept thinking, “If I never could have come here, this wouldn’t have happened! I will are actually with my buddies and during one of our many trips to a CLEAN, NON PORTAPOTTY, Sexy Costumes, they might have helped me!” I was so disappointed with the entire evening, I could not stop crying. So, I lost the fight. I took off my heels and Sexy Bikini, and stood there crying at 3 in the morning in front of some burger put on some nameless street in Hollywood. Here is the point where some strange man approached me and said, “Don’t move! I want to take the picture. I’m a photographer and also this works well for my next collection. I swear it’s not for porn or anything.” All I possibly coulddo was glare at him, with tracks of mascara down my face, and my shoes within my hand, wantingjust to scream and throw a shoe at his face.I had been the epitome of “tragic clown”. I never went to the party. Probably the best benefit is always that I never saw those pictures – nor do I have any others from that horrible Halloween. But never fear! The Halloween spirit lives on in me. However, a thing of recommendation, don’t let strange men take you pictures. And when you need to do, ask for a card first.
