After my maybe boring posting of yesterday, I'd like to write about my quite buisy life of today. I had half of the day off from work, and I thought that it would turn out to be a quiet rest of the day, but when I was about to open the door of my home, I got a phonecall from Daniel who said that he "so badly" wanted me to visit him. I couldn't help but smile...and, of course, I agreed, dropped down my stuff at the corridor and instantly left again heading to his place. Well, there I stayed for maybe an hour. There wasn't much talk between us, just action. :-)

But I didn't have to go without an interesting exchange of thoughts, though, because when I returned home again, there was another call: This time it was Richard. I said that I *really* needed to shower first, but then I'd like to meet him at his place. There we indulged in thoughts about our opera night. I told him how much I enjoyed all of it–and especially the part with Professor Beckert. 

"You really like him, eh?" I couldn't deny that. "You want  to know him better, eh?" Again, I had to agree.

"Then you must make yourself attractive enough, darling. If  you do and actually turn into this style of a girl you so eagerly want to be, there will always be some the part 'professor' to take care of with you. You said you don't want to have to deal with the hardnesses of life. Well, become that real bimbo, and you never again will have to!" – "I know," I replied, "but how to progress?" –

"It's all about your appereance, remember? Let me ask you: Why do you wear exactly that top?" – "I don't know. Could have been any other, too." – "That's the point, honey! You do know that you've got quite big jugs, don't you?" I nodded. "So, why nobody can see something of them?" He got me thinking.

"Don't be shy, sweetie, show off your stuff! Make sure that no guy will have the chance to just overlook you! I don't mean that you have to wear real slutty clothing, but you should show as much of your cleavage as possible...and 'showing' might be the wrong term...you must 'display' it! In a guy's mind your name should be promptly associated with "great hooters", if a guy talks to you, it should look as if he was talking to your boobs! It's not that hard to attract a lot of men, but you actually have to do something about it!" I agreed.

"Well," he said, "then how about looking for clothes you actually *should* wear?" We found some, and from today I'll keep in mind to not only display open lips at all times, but my boobies too.