I read your lips when you told the host ānice rackā after we exchanged numbers. Iāve dealt with crap like that since I was 12 years old, so hereās whatās going to happen, as is my policy toward men who disrespect women: Iām going to be the worst tease youāve ever met. When we go out, Iāll wear a top with spaghetti straps. Iāll wear blouses with lots of cleavage. Iāll borrow a tight red sweater from my little sister. When we hug goodnight, Iāll rub against you, and my boobs will press against your chest. Itāll take maybe 45 seconds for you to fall completely for meānot me, of course, just my bustline. But you wonāt know the difference.Ā Weāll never be alone, not at my place and certainly not at yours. Eventually, youāll grab with your paws, and Iāll react like a chaste schoolgirl. Maybe Iāll give you some double-talk about my last āabusive boyfriendā or how Iām ānot ready.ā Youāll bring me flowers, which Iāll put in the office break room. Youāll buy me nice dinners you canāt afford. Youāll get me perfume, which Iāll save for my next true boyfriend. After a month and several hundred dollars, youāll figure out Iām not sleeping with you and youāll move on. But come back in about 15 years, after children and breastfeeding and gravity have taken their toll, and see if you still want to see this rack. I doubt it.āAnonymous