How to look super creepy at Victoria Secret.
Last night Victoria Secret had a fancy invite only party. You had to be a member of Pink Nation (fans of their pink line) and present said invitation at the door. I date a girl who wears sweat pants from this establishment. Since her birthday is approaching and I’m cheap a sale is a sale is a sale. At least that’s what I thought. I never really took stock in going to the VS by myself, during some special sale. I was the only guy there alone, with about five days of stubble, and gym shorts on. To make matters worse, this wasn’t at all whom I expected to be shopping. It was tons of teenagers and some girls there who had to be no older than 12. All yippin and yappin about how cute some bras and underwear are. Yeah, I felt a lil weird to say the least. None the less, I forged on, found the sweats, and conquered the sale. At the check out I even joked with the cashier about being the weirdest customer of the day. She giggled and said I had nothing on the guy who came in to buy a few thongs for himself. Guess who doesn’t look so creepy now!
-Dusty
