Sexy Hot (and pregnant?)

Thank you for so many nice comments yesterday everyone! I wasn't fishing for compliments at all, just simply showing what a difference the side view is from the back view. And so many of you actually complimented ~me~, not just the belly. I'm not used to being pretty, so thank you. Really. (And I'm officially in my 3rd trimester, so definitely in a moment of time I'm furthest from being actually "pretty".)

However, I do have a story to tell from last night having to do with being "hot" in some one's mind. This is a story I won't tell my husband, as he's the jealous type and wouldn't want to hear it, so no one call him up and share! I have some "IRL" friends who read this blog, which I'm not worried about, as it's not a secret. It's plainly not something I would choose to tell him because it would get stuck in his head and when I went on an unaccompanied trip, he'd assume things like this would happen all the time (which they don't).

First off, a little back story... In the last years of his life, my best friend Karl had another best friend named *Scott. I was Karl's best friend and he would quite often talk about me to Scott, which was usually always very positive. See, we lived in different states, so when Karl would talk about me, he missed me, so I was probably even "talked up" a lot. So Scott ends up thinking I'm one of the coolest girls in the entire world (I am, you know. ~wink~) by the way Karl talks about me. Added onto this, I think Scott had somewhat of a crush on me too. I don't know how much of this crush was due to the stories Karl would tell or if it was due to my looks or a combination of the two, but it was there. Whenever I would visit, I noticed the extra attention I got from Scott and how it even flustered him to talk to me, so I had an idea of the crush. He had a girlfriend (*Cindy, now his wife) and me a husband, so he never pursued me or anything like that.

I haven't seen Scott nor his wife since Karl's funeral. Karl's death was really, really, ~really~ hard on him and I spent quite some time comforting him while he cried either in person in the days surrounding Karl's death or on the phone for the months following the death. So this probably added onto the crush a little more, as we had a very deep emotional impact on one another.

Last night both Scott and his wife Cindy were at the party. I always got along with his wife, so I hung out talking to them both for most of the party. I had gone to do something and when I came back to where they were, Scott said to me "I was just talking to Cindy about this and she agrees, you certainly have that "hot pregnant chick" thing going on. I laughed and joked it was just because of my boobs, as I'm not actually hot at all. Then he said something to the effect that pregnancy sure did have a lot of change on me in "that area" and I explained how I had a boob job since the last time he saw me. I said that to just kind of laugh it off so talking about my boobs wasn't so awkward. But he just kept going.

"You are such a hot pregnant girl I bet you could actually go to a club and pick up a guy." No freaking way I protest. I can barely pick up a guy at a club when I'm ~not~ pregnant, I'm sure it wouldn't work with a giant belly. But nooo, he wouldn't let up. I felt so uncomfortable with him going on and on about how "hot" I was. And his wife was right there, which was making it even more awkward. I finally got the conversation turned toward something else. But I swear, throughout the rest of the night, it would turn back to it so I would have to tell him to shut up and change the subject. He either wasn't getting it, didn't care or was too drunk to notice.

Later in the night someone pointed out how my belly button was an outie because they could see it through the thin material in my dress. I said how it wasn't my belly button, but my piercing and I started to lift up my dress to show it. I stopped first because I was wearing a dress! But secondly and more importantly, I wasn't wearing any panties. So what do I say out loud?! "Whoa! I'm not wearing any panties and I almost lifted up my dress!". Scott asks "You aren't wearing any panties under there?" and I innocently reply "Nope! No bra either. I love it!" before I realize I am adding fuel to his fire. He responds, "so under that little dress, you are completely naked?" and I realize the damage is done. I try to downplay it but I see it in his face. He's intrigued.

For the rest of the night, I get comments out of earshot from his wife. Like if was walking in front of him, I'd hear "Damn, look at your ass." Or if I'm walking towards his direction, I get something about my "bounce" or about how much he finds the belly sexy. I either just ignored it or told him "okay, that's enough!" but in a joking manner, as I didn't want him to get into trouble. I've known him for years, so he's not just some random dude I don't give a rat's ass about if he gets in trouble with his wife or not.

But then, a little later and definitely a little drunker, he grabs me in the small of my back and delivers the coup de grâce... "You know, you are the reason my wife is going to get nailed hard tonight."

Oh. My. God.

"Alrighty then Scott. That was over the line. You can't say things like that again." He turned red, got ridiculously embarrassed and apologized. Although I could still feel his eyes on me for the rest of the night, nothing more was said.

I will have to admit the attention did a bit for my ego. My own husband doesn't find my pregnancy attractive at all, so hearing it from someone else did make me feel a little prettier. But it was still over the line.


* The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.