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>>1036880 I have plenty enough real examples. Here's one.
University interview: I show up to a coffee shop where I'm supposed to meet my interviewer. I have no idea what the person looks like, but I know she's a female graduated from within the last 5 years so she won't be over 30. The girl who shows up looks like she's still 19, has long dark hair, a pretty face and a perfectly proportioned body. She's wearing an all-white outfit with a ridiculously short miniskirt, and white leather boots. (I like boots, I like leather, I like white. My lucky day, sort of.)
Interview begins. We pick a table around the back and sit down - I feel ridiculous because I'm both tired and underdressed next to her. First thing she does is cross her legs, facing me, with only a coffee table between us. Obviously, it doesn't block any view at all, so I get another flash of white. I try to look away because I've to concentrate on the interview, not the interviewer. It doesn't work, because before she starts speaking, she licks and then bites her bottom lip in an endearingly cute and absentminded way. All I can think is, "Don't do that again!"
No hope. In the next sixty seconds she uncrosses her legs, crosses them again the other way (flashing me twice) and bites her very pink lips while scribbling notes. I endure this cycle for a few minutes, and mind is addled by the time we reach halfway. I don't even know if I'm answering half as intelligently as I normally do. When we reach halfway, however, she decides to stretch her back a little. And so I'm treated to a very nice view of her breasts squashing against the confines of her top. After that, the cycle of lip-licking and biting and leg-crossing begins again.
I am pretty sure I bombed that interview, hard. I blame her.
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