I have them, so I flaunt them.

The rest of my weekend trned out really well and I am in an exceptionally good mood today.
Sunday, I recieved a happy surprise when T called and suggested that we take his extra quarters and head to a Casino for the evening. So I combed my hair and put on a hot mama outfit and away we went.
He chose a casino that I had been warned by the bug guy not to eat at, but that we had wondered about since it is way out in the middle of nowhere. I have to say, the more I visit other gambling estamblishments, the more I appriciate mine.
Anyway, He handed me a few twenties and we gambled the night away. I must say that I like gambling with someone elses money, and although he said we would split the winnings, I didn't take him up on the offer.
Apparently, my low cut blouse was getting a lot of attention, which made T laugh. Never thought I would hear the words, "hey, that fat mexican chick was checking you out!" said with such glee.
So I strike up a brief conversation with an old woman in the rest room about the dirty state of a stall and, she seeks me out when she comes out. The conversation was something like this:

Lady: I just wanted to tell you that I think it's really neat that you feel comfortable in that shirt, I mean I don't think I would have worn it, even when I was younger.

Me: (In a conspiritorial sort of way) well, I figure I ought to wear it now while I am young.

Lady: What?? (I repeated myself) Oh. Well, does your husbad like that sort of thing?(she was looking at my boobs)

Me: I'm not married.

Lady: Oh. How old are you?

Me: 27

Lady: and you're not married? Have you ever been?

Me: No.

Lady: (at this point looking at my face, but in such a way as if I had just grown another head) Wow. Me and my husband...

Any way, apparently I am an anomoly because I am in my late twenties and not married, not divorced, no kids, and my PDC's are nice enough that I want to show them off. Well, Really, I'm still trying to lure T back into my clutches, and those are my best asset besides my mind and well, there's not a shirt in the world that will make anyone notice my brain, so I guess I have to start somewhere! And I already know that T likes my mind so...