MY FOOTPRINTS; YOUR SIDEWALK

Today the sun decided to bless me with its cancer-causing, much desired rays. The weather was slighty chilly and the sun was shining bold and bright. Perfect weather to hit the street for those small chores I've been avoiding. Once I realized I was going to be seen in public I had to actually make the effort to take a bath, wear sexy clothes and shave. After the grooming, I was ready to face the world.

I got out and walked cheerfully, with my head held up high and a smile plastered on my face. I felt good and I looked great. I strided onwards to my destination. On my way I saw two sexy hispanic men, they smiled and I smiled back--all normal polite stuff. They kept on looking, I felt special. I had my attention fully focussed on them when I saw their expression change--they winced and then they grinned. I was happy about all the attention. "Hey! Look where you're stepping at!"one of them said. Suddenly, I looked down and saw my footsteps engraved in the wet cement! I had just stepped on wet cement and had not seen the threatening warning sign 'KEEP OFF!' Shit! I peeked at the guys-they were still grinning-GRR, fuck them! I got out of that place as soon as I could to avoid more embarrassment aswell as from the fear of the person whose sidewalk I had just marked with my sexy footprints.

I definately made sure to keep my eyes on the ground and not on hispanic men after that!