When I walked into her place of business, she had her back to the door. I caught the tail end of her talking to her co-workers. Sheepish and embarrassed, she was retelling how she'd caught some teenage boys checking out her ass. Everyone nervously giggled. Everyone but me.
Nope. It's hard to buy "sheepish and embarrassed" when I've heard her tell these tales so many times before. Celebrity propositions. Guys on airplanes. Guys around campfires. Work. Work parties. Customers. Husbands. Wives. Teenage boys. Seems that she's pretty much everyone's ideal woman, nay, ideal human—much to her own sheepish embarrassment, of course.
If there's anyone more repugnant than someone constantly talking about how coveted they are, I haven't met 'em.