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It wasn't just this one guy. It happens about once a month, and although they are often younger, he told me he had served in Vietnam. He also looked at me in the rearview mirror all of the time as we were talking (where he had pretty much this view you see above) and he had my very female name on his pick up order. You don't have to be staring in order to tell the difference between a man and a woman do you? I can pretty reliably tell just from the way someone walks/moves, even without seeing their face.

Then there's the fact that he was visably very embarrassed afterwards. I'm really not sure why you are inferring all these things that are not what I clearly said in the story.

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Elle Beau ❇︎
Elle Beau ❇︎

Written by Elle Beau ❇︎

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint. I do not feel ashamed. I'm your hell, I'm your dream, I'm nothing in between.

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