Getting checked out by girls… cute ones

I walked in to Tim Hortons after an exhausting comp. Still warm from the exhilarting sensation of winning and losing. I just needed some coffee to calm my nerve for the long drive home at 1 a.m. in the morning.

I wasn't smiling, but simply looked straight ahead. Then I noticed a group of hot chick in front of me, turning their head sharply towards me to check me out, as if they try not to be obvious, but something in their body wanted them to too much. 5 in a row, one after another, as if the next one being prompted by the one before.

I was still wondering why 5 hot chicks decided to check me out when it hit me that I was still wearing my competition makeup and hairstyle. You can't really see the foundation anymore because I've sweated most of it away, but it did make me look darker and more dangereous. Of course the tuxedo and the open black seamless dress shirt I bought from japan gave me a wild but dressy look. The chain on the pocket of my pants made another big contrast between the wild and the classy.

Dressing up does make a difference.