When I arrived at the place where I was going to meet one of my girls, the girl’s first action was to run up to me. Not to jump in my embrace but to use her handkerchief to wipe the sweat off my forehead.
Unknowingly, I got a little exhausted from evading those who were shameless enough to block a stranger.
Maybe it's just me. The difference from before this transformation was just too high. Shameless or not, if all your life you’re living with only so few to notice you, you’d be just as overwhelmed by the sudden flip of your situation.
It will wear off, eventually. That’s for sure. But as someone who possessed a lot of secrets, especially my relationship with the girls, the time I used dealing with the unnecessary attention was whittling my concentration little by little.
Fortunately,
