40" Hips

He asks "What size are your hips"
I respond "I think they are 37" but I am unsure, the last time I
measured them was many years back"
His face lights up "You're so close to 40", thats perfect"

Im happy, but I'm not upto his standard. 
He know's I wont sleep with him, I'm weird like that. I adore him so
much, Im weak around him but I will only sleep with someone whom I am
in a relationship with.

As the ever image concious woman I am, "40 inches" is glued in my
head. I go to the nearest department store a week later, head over to
their fitting rooms and grab the measuring tape. I with many hopes in
my mind go to the nearest fitting room and in nervous energy wrap the
measuring tape all the way around my hips, as I reach for the right
number, my face gleams. I am exactly "40 INCHES" in the hips. Oh I am
excited, I want to go and swing my 'perfect' hips around him and show
him what he's missing out on!

I think of ways to intiate the conversation, after all I'm hot and now
I'm hotter and he needs to know this. 

I await for that knock!