I work in the tailoring department of a high-end department store.

Usually a male tailor measures the male customers, particularly if it’s for pants, but the other day a customer was in a hurry and I was the only tailor available. The sales clerk explained that the guy needed a tux altered in a rush because he was in town for his father’s wedding and his luggage had been lost. If I’d had any warning, I would have dressed differently that day, as I knew he’d get an eyeful of my cleavage if he looked down while I was working, and I haven’t met very many men who can resist a look at my 34Ds when they’re on display.

The guy was cute and looked to be in his twenties, about my age, and he was in a gorgeous designer-label tuxedo — my Achilles heel. Men in tuxes are so freaking... Read More