What I Learned About Men When My Left Breast Was Exposed In The Club Without My Knowing

Once upon a time I trusted a man who had the desire to see me naked to protect me.

Silly me!

I met this guy at a party in Brooklyn, and one Friday evening we decided to go out to dinner at a local spot that functioned as a lounge after 10 PM. We planned to eat first and dance later.

Dinner was delicious, and I drank the entire evening. My date kept my wine glass filled, probably because he thought my lowered defenses would get him lucky later on. I wasn’t paying attention to how much wine I was consuming; I childishly assumed my date was interested in protecting me, therefore I could just relax and have a good time. I stupidly placed my safety in his hands which resulted in me completely humiliating myself.

After dancing to a few songs, I needed to get some fresh air.

“You want to go outside?” I asked him. He didn’t answer. Instead, he stood across from me, with his eyes laser-focused on my chest.

A small voice in my head told me to look down at my extremely low-cut strappy blouse. I discovered that my left breast was exposed to everyone in that damn club and I was too tipsy to even notice! Not only that, but Timothy was too enchanted at my perky breasts to even mention…