Contemplative Jenn is longing, forcefully
High-heeled black leather boots, adding precious inches to my 5’2” frame. Black pants and three-button blazer. Tight-fitting black cami with just a hint of cleavage, so if his eyes drift and I shift just right, a hint of my crescent moon tattoo peeks out the top. Hypnotic necklace of turquoise and purple dichroic glass, with earrings to match. Divine Wine lipstick. Expertly amassed and well-organized knowledge of my subject matter. Highly-developed analytical skills. A good night’s sleep. Most of all, the courage of my convictions, and an aching desire to kick some pompous, male-dominated academic ass. I have what I need. I can do this. 10 AM meeting, here I come.




