I knew this dress was going to be trouble the minute I bought it. But what could I do? It’s beautiful … and fits perfectly. It was like the fates conspired against me. *sighs* So I convinced myself that I could handle it. I’m good at fending off creeps. I’ve seen all kinds. Yeah, I can definitely handle this … right.
But he was smooth. Well dressed. He obviously had money, even bragging about an elevator in his garage … not that I believed him. I should have been tipped off when he was evasive about being married. “Depends on what you mean by married.” “Oh don’t worry.” “I’d never do anything against my faith.” Quack … quack … quack. I believed every word.
I was such a sucker. In the end I dumped him. He had like 5 kids. AND a wife. When will I learn? Seriously. Oh well, at least I had the last word.
“Mormon schmormon … maybe this flies in Utah. But everywhere else you’re married and cheating. Humpffff … ”
Dress: TORN – Andie in pink
Shoes: G Field – ‘Gina’ Lace-up Boots in fog
Hair: Ploom – Wurlie in swedish
Socks: Kyoot – Lacey White Knee Socks
Skin: Romi – Minuet pale
Misc: Hal*Hina eyes, MOCK lipstick, je suis necklace