I've always had quite a butt. Even when I was in high school and weighed like 80lbs (naturally, I wasn't sick or anything), I had this bubble butt thing going on. It's not overly big, I am no Nicki Minaj but it is like *whabam*. I have a fairly tiny frame for the most part (no where near 80 lbs anymore) but my @$$...good lord...it demands attention. I am pretty sure if it could talk it would say "hey, hey you! Yea, look at me, you know you want to, mmmmhmmmmm".
Of course I don't try very hard to hide it, I like tights and skinny jeans, so sue me. Well last night I went out to dinner, nothing fancy, and I wore fleece lined tights and an oversized boyfriend plaid shirt. It covered by butt and then some so hush. I thought nothing of the outfit, it was cute, comfy, and casual. I got up to get a refill for my drink and noticed one of the cooks watching me. The place was small and fairly empty so I thought, "Eh, whatever". I got my drink and headed back to my table. Apparently I have a sashay when I walk. Because I heard someone say VERY quietly "Oh yea, shake shake shake señora." I kind of slowed down and I am pretty sure my expression was O.O. Before I could turn around there was an *ahem* from the manager so I just kept walking.
When I got home I was informed I needed to wear that outfit more often because "damn!" Ahhhhh now that "shake shake shake señora" makes a little more sense. I really wasn't trying to attract attention on purpose but apparently my @$$ had another agenda.
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