It's just a sleeveless sun dress I bought at a flea market in New York. It comes down way past my knees and doesn't showany cleavage at all. But the upper part is form fitting and takes the shape of my breast. Now I just had an experience that made it necessary for me to sit down and get re-centered. When the transportation I use came to pick me up the driverexpressd his appreciation for my dress. He has in the past expressed an interest in seeing me after hours but this time instead of ignoring him I said your wife might have something to say about that. I did not know if he had a wife but this was a way of finding out. Well he did not deny having a wife but instead said he would not tell her. He kept telling me how much fun he could have with me and even told me he would come by my house at six o'****. What he did was give me an open proposition to commit adultery with him. This is a small town. Jobs aren't a dime a dozen for Black men in this town so I'm not going to report him. Plus smaddy might decide he's breathing too much sir around here. I don't want to stop wearing this dress. It's cool. It's comfortable and it doesn't really show a lot of skin. Plus I bought five of them. But if wearing it makes men fell free to make illicit propositions wouldn't not wearing it anymore be the right thing to do? But, sistas , more importantly, why is it when men do things like this why do we look for something we did to invite it? Why do I feel shaken up and have to re-center to regain my self esteem as if there's something in me the man recognized as fair game, f^k marerial? Most men in this town are extremely respectful of me and wouldn't dream of being so bodacious. If there is something in my personality that makes men feel free thee isn't anything I can do about it because I am that I am and I will do what I will do. I know this. So why did it bother me so much? Why am I even thinking about ditching my clothes?