SPILLING BOOBS

I made a new friend over the weekend. I was at a club with some friends and we had noticed this girl come in with two other friends of her own, a guy and another gal. Apparently, she was by herself as her friends seemed to be an item.

So she wore this really low-cut number. Firm curves all over, toned as hell and hypnotic boobs that can easily put you under its spell. I hated her already! To top matters off, she could really move on the dance floor.

Anyway, she was grooving to the beat when one of her stiletto's broke a heel. Moments later, she tripped and fell and one of her boobs spilled out.

Instead of some guy in shining armor come to her rescue and pick her up, flashes started flickering all over. The people all around her had stopped dancing, pulled out their cells and began frantically snapping photos of the helpless woman.

It was a scene that totally defined my outing and filled me and my two other girlfriends with disgust. Apparently, chivalry is dead and replaced by guys out for scandalous photos(all of those who took out their phones were men as far as we could see).

For a moment, I gathered it was a Singapore thing but panning across the lot, there were Caucasian and several African men in the mix! So it must be a man thing. Whatever it was, it was disgusting.

Yes, I know we all love (me included) a good tit-show but this was a woman who had experienced a misadventure - her tit-show was not planned.

So me and a girlfriend rushed to her because she was grabbing on to her injured ankle. The girl, a local Malay girl - we found out later her name was Lydia - was separated from her friends in the crowd. We lifted her up, helped her over to our table and bought her a drink and a bucket of ice.

We could see that as much as she was grateful to us, she was also surprised that fellow women had come to her rescue instead. She was, to put it mildly, rather cheesed off. We helped her find her friends who quickly thanked us and took her home. We are planning to meet for high-tea later this week.

One of my other girlfriends had suggested that she had worn the wrong type of dress for dancing, given her spilling boobs but her reply, which endeared her to us, was exactly the kind of thing we would say.

Lydia went, "It's my body and my boobs to show but it doesn't mean anyone can touch it. You need my permission first."

When we told her that she'd probably find her boobs somewhere online, her response, "If they asked me nicely, I would have posed for them in better lighting."

I'm always happy when I make a new friend but I must say, I love this woman!

Missus Singapore out!