So, apparently my boots are hot. Like comment worthy hot.Oh yeah.
Today was our BUSMATH Finals(omigeeasdfgh!) and I figured since I wasn't going to be walking around much I'd wear my knee high suede Marks&Spencer boots because I can't use it during regular school days.
I paired it with my pink plaid Topshop knee-length(give or take a few cm) skirt, a grey polka-dotted Plains&Prints blouse and a cream white cardigan.
I was going for a preppy cool look since I was going to take an exam.
Right, anyway after we(Gi and I) took our exams, which was easier compared to our quizzes, we went to pass Gi's church involvement letter for TREDONE in William Hall. We took the elevator up.
When we took the elevator down, there were three guys behind/beside(depends on your perspective) us. They looked at me, then my shoes and then they giggled.
Yes, giggled. Fortunately it was in a guy-ish giggly way.
But still.
Giggling? Yea.
I thought I looked weird so I tried ignoring them.
Oh I was wrong. They were pseudo-whispering to each other and since I do sometimes have keen hearing I heard one of them say "Dude, don't get a hard-on."
Yes. I heard right.
A hard-on.
I don't know if they thought girls wouldn't know what that meant but since I do--don't ask how-- I was kind of startled.
Like, what the hell? Seriously? Really?
Well, at least that was a boost of my ego, no matter how crude it was.
My boots are smexy hot. They make you want to get a hard-on. Dude.
I couldn't stop mentally laughing.
