“Can I help you?” the salesgirl at Victoria’s Secret enquired with a friendly smile.
“Yes,” I answered awkwardly, avoiding her eyes. As I did, I caught my own in a nearby mirror. I barely recognised myself. Then, with sudden resolve, I turned and faced her.
I can do this.
“I’m looking for lingerie,” I mechanically proclaimed.
My discomfort was obvious. Never before had I bought myself something so… lascivious.
As fate would have it, that day would be no exception.
“Do you have something specific in mind?” the bright-eyed young woman pressed on with overemphasised cheeriness. She must have assumed I was shopping for a romantic night planned for me by my loving husband or doting boyfriend.
“Yes,” I continued with the deliberateness of a woman on a mission. “It’s red satin with black lace trim. High above the knee.”
“Oh, yes!” she squealed with delight, confident she knew exactly the piece to which I referred.
Was that because she’d recently sold one just like it to another customer before me? I wondered. As quickly as it had entered, I pushed the thought from my mind.
Focus. Just focus.
“It’s right over here!” the salesgirl pointed excitedly, ushering me over to the wall where that now familiar nightie hung triumphantly in the open. “Would you like a to try it on?”