Date: 2012-01-18 06:49 am (UTC)
He gives me a long and patronizing speech about how it was really a good and sensible thing he was doing, even going so far as to pick the dress up and bring it back to me. I stay right where I am and fume, trying to ignore the warm air on my bare arms and legs.

His eyes as he finishes tell me he's not ignoring anything. I can feel my face getting hot as he looks me over, but I'm still far more angry than I am embarrassed. "So this has all been a-a manipulation, just to get me to pick the dress you want?"

I can't believe anyone in their right mind would do something so convoluted and rude to someone to whom they were trying to sell something. "That'd be like me giving out free samples of a pie I'd overspiced and then begging people to try the plain ones in hopes that they'd buy those."

He is stupid. "Just give me the dress you think will suit me and...and whatever I need to wear under it." I can just see his opinion of my underwear forming behind his eyes, and I don't want to hear it.
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