Growing up, I would have night mares of my jeans ripping in school, which would reveal my brightly colored underwear. As time passed, this nightmare slowly disappeared I became more confident in myself, and my ability to laugh things off.
Well, let me tell you, it is STILL embarrassing Last night, after a work happy hour, I decided to ride one of the awesome Citi Bikes home. If you dont know what they are, you should. Citi Bikes are the public bike system that NYC has implemented There are stations all over the place, and is only $100 for a year pass. Having this membership has saved me over $50 a month for subway passes. Anyways, I was riding home, a 3 mile ride from the West Village. I was in a skirt, but a long one so I was not worried about seeing straight up my skirt. I had a helmet on, safety first, of course. I was doing everything right.
About halfway home, a cab driver started yelling at me. Thinking it was a typical NYC heckle, I ignored him. This city has taught me to not pay attention to people I dont know, good, bad or different. So I continued on my treck home. I park the bike at the station, and go to my apartment, a good 3-4 block walk. When I go inside, Trevor gives me a hug, and asks me, 'Why is your skirt unzipped?' I looked in the mirror, and MY WHOLE BUTT WAS SHOWING. Exactly what the cab driver was yelling at me about!!
Thank goodness I didn't see anyone I knew the entire way home, other than all of Times Square, and the rest of New York City. So congrats NYC, you have officially see my butt.
Peace, Love and underwear,
B
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