I’m not quite sure of the exact nature of our conversation or what was the prompt for me, but showing her just seemed so natural. I didn’t flinch, I wasn’t ashamed and I wasn’t shy (apparently!!). And my thanks to the lady I was speaking with; she didn’t flinch, didn’t make soothing, empathetic noises and didn’t mind in the least. Not to mention how comfortable it is to speak with her.
I’m glad I did show her. It shows how far I have come.
But I must say, how bizarre it is too. I mean really, would you expect a woman to show you her breasts in a conversation and having nothing to do with canoodling? No, of course not. But here I am, showing my chest.
I don’t think I’ll ever understand my psyche.