What better way to return to my precious CockTalk than by talking about my experiences Christmas shopping. One downfall about shopping is how exhausting it can be. Dressing rooms are apart of this exhaustion. You walk in with a wad of clothes not knowing whether or not they will fit and hope for the best. The other day I was at Forever 21 trying to find some fly Christmas sweaters and decided to take the plunge and try them on in the beloved dressing room. As I was checking out my slowly-forming six pack in the mirror, I suddenly hear the "curtain" to my dressing room open. I make eye contact with a small Asian girl and her face contorts into complete mortification. She backed up out of there as if she had been shot. "I so sowwey I so sowwey," was all I heard for the next ten minutes. I chased her out of the dressing room and kept saying, "No worries, no worries" in an attempt to restore her lost honor. But it was to no avail. She simply ran out of the store in her flashy Forever 21 New Year's attire, never to be seen again.
