you learn something new every day

it is my first london job interview and, even though it is only with a recrutiment agency, i feel the need to look my very best. i wear a charcoal suit with a blue pinstripe, a neat black top, and tasteful stilettos. i pull my hair back into a french roll, hiding the hideous knotty mess that it is.

but underneath that slick, corporate look is a bad-girl dying to be let out. as a concession to her, i wear a bright red suspender belt to hold up my stockings.

i walk out the door feeling sexy and secretive. it is very windy outside. when i get to the main road i receive a number of whistles. i no longer feel secretive.