Party Girl

Last night I did something I rarely do anymore. I went to a house party. It’s not like I avoid parties, I have just grown a little tired of them. I am usually the oldest one there which means that I have been to more of these than I care to remember. It’s always the same: folks sitting around trying to be just a little more witty than the last guy and drinking huge amounts of alcohol. Sometimes its fun and sometimes I wish I had stayed home and read. It all depends on the people. And just for the record, last nights party was fun. I laughed a lot, didn’t drink too much, and I saw the girl that I find more entertaining than bottle of Jameson’s and a microphone.

A little back story: This girl would be a level 4 or 5 in my social circle. For those of you who don’t know what that means, a level 1 would be in inner sanctum – my closest friends – and you work outward from there. So, basically I don’t know this girl at all. I don’t even know her name. She is a friend of a friend of a friend and I have been running into her a lot lately. Which is easy to do in a tiny little city like Prague. Anyway… She is far and away the most slutty dresser I have ever seen. AND… AND… she gets wasted! This is a glorious recipe for hours of entertainment. Am I being catty? Hell yes. But I really don’t care.

And here is why. I myself have always dressed on the more provocative side. I like short little skirts and I occasionally show off my chest. But, nine out of ten times you’ll find me in jeans and a T-shirt. I can still rock and be comfortable. I don’t have a problem with women who dress sexy. Go for it. Heck, last night I wore a top that showed a little cleavage! I was actually getting a little self conscious about it when I looked up and noticed that She was there. All of the sudden my little bit of cleavage didn’t seem like all that much. Why you ask? Well, let’s put it this way. For the second time this week, I unintentionally know what color of underwear this girl was wearing. At least this time I didn’t find out while she was invisible pole dancing on top of a table. Nope. This time she just sat on the floor in her little black dress and her knees in a very immodest position.

Is there a difference between sexy and slutty? I think so, but I would be hard pressed to define it for you. I think a lot of it has to do with attitude and confidence. You could put two girls in the same outfit and I bet one of them would seem sexier or more slutty than the other. And there is nothing wrong with dressing slutty if that’s the way you want to go. Get out those stiletto boots and your leather pants and work that corner! But when you combine a slutty outfit with too much booze and an overly flirtatious attitude you are in danger of being mistaken for a nineteen year old on her first bender. Which is kind of what I think of every time I see this girl. The word “WOW” pops into my head and I just can’t look away. It’s a little bit like looking at Brittney or Lindsay in the news – you don’t really care or want to know, but you can’t stop looking.

So, to you slutty girl who keeps getting drunk and molesting party goers, who dances “erotically” upon table tops, who wears skirts that are about eight inches long, to YOU I say, “Thank you!” Thank you for making us all happy time and time again with your fashion sense. Oh, and a word to the wise – when you bend over, every one can see your um, business.

But, you knew that already, didn’t you?

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4 thoughts on “Party Girl

    • Ha ha ha!

      So why is slutty a bad thing? It’s okay for men to be slutty, by why not women? I don’t understand the double standard, let me raise a toast to the sluts, ha!

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