plunge
I had to do a little public speaking yesterday. I was on the agenda for an international business conference during which I led a software training session. Basically. I’m not very comfortable in front of a crowd, but I figured that the audience would most likely be predominantly male, so why not dress to distract. If my presentation skills faltered, they’d likely be more forgiving, right? Right.
peek-a-boobage
So I wore a very low cut blouse. Very. Low. Cut. There was a peek-a-boo risk. Oops, did I just flash some boobage? Oops. Pardonez moi.
so close and yet so far
Even my little one was drawn to my ample bosom. Something that NEVER happens. He rejected me from the get-go, just like his brother. Such a waste. Sigh. But I digress.
dolled to dazzle
So I dolled myself up and set out to dazzle. (Note the reflection in the shower door shows the tunic and low slung belt. –I had to keep the cardigan on because the blouse is a slinky nightclub sleeveless number, which is not quite business professional appropriate…)
I am pleased to report that it worked like a charm. I entered the conference hall, scanned the crowd, and confirmed that I was the only woman in the room. And wouldn’t you know, the men were engaged and animated during the nearly 2 hour session, and afterward several made a specific point to shake my hand, thank me for a fine presentation, and introduce themselves.
Yes, I was chuckling inside. It totally worked, this sex appeal jazz. An ego boost like that feels pretty good, once or twice a decade.
I’ll take it!
I actually did do a good job, all told. I walk the talk, and am not just a statistic of a woman who gets to hold a man’s spot in the corporate world to satisfy government equal opportunity laws. Even so, the visual effects don’t hurt.
