I know she was testing me, because no other explanation works.
The casually over-opened blouse, the lingering lean-over, these are the weapons of war. It's not a conventional war - in the parlance, this is an asymmetric battle.
Winning and losing are fuzzily defined. For instance, do I win or lose by giving into temptation, allowing my gaze to drop below her neck? The upside is that I see some bra, definitely, and some portion of breast.
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If I steel myself and exhibit self-restraint by not checking her out, does she notice and figure that she needs more firepower next time? Or is she disgusted by failure to compliment her with a gaze at her goodies?
Either way, I am outgunned and suffer from hopeless intelligence.
Bottoms Up, Wandering Eyes.
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