The Week My Boss Saw My Boobs....Three Times Part 2

First, let me say that I hold a law degree from Duke. I am a professional woman who wants nothing more than to
make it in this industry. Monday morning-very uncomfortable to say the least. At this time, I was dating a guy who moved to NYC after college. I told him that my boss saw my breasts and he freaks out and gets all jealous.

I tell him that it was clearly an accident and that he has seen my boobs many more times than my boss has-sorry mom. It's been three weeks since I've seen him at this time, and he starts saying that he knows that he's seen my boobs more but they may have changed since he saw them last. I tell him that they haven't changed, but he keeps pressing the issue to where we can't have a normal conversation without my boobs taking over.

Finally, being the excellent negotiator that I am from law school, I suggest that I'll send him a current picture of my boobs so he can tell that they haven't changed. Of course, he agrees. I take the picture the picture on Monday night. I'll admit it, I took the picture like fifty times from different angles. I sent the picture to him at like three in the morning before work hoping and praying that this discussion will be over the next day. The title said, "My two titties for my itty bitty." That's a nickname I call him. Yeah, weird time in my life. Get over it.

I go to work on Tuesday and the tension is just killing me. Every time I see LD, I can't help but to think that he's imagining his assistant holding his Blackberry standing topless in front of him. So I decide to go have a conversation with him. He's at an all day meeting over at CAA and won't be back until 5. I really wanted to get this off my chest. Sorry for the pun. To see if the problem with my boyfriend is alleviated, I call him at lunch. I ask him about the picture and he asks me when I'm going to send it.

I rush back to my email and yup, you guessed it. Sent it to LD by accident. I rush back into his office hoping to fix this problem. I try everything to break into his email. The phone keeps ringing so I'm running back and forth to his office trying to delete this picture. Finally, I have the first assistant come into his office. I close the door and tell him my problem. Being the male dominated mind that he is, he tells me that the only way he's giving me the password to LD's email is if I show him my boobs also. Listen, I'm not a slut. Really. But at this moment, I knew my professional career was on the
line.

I tell him that if he opens the email, I'll let him see the picture. He reasons that he could already do that on his own and plus he wants to see real life hooters. Am I in seventh grade? He says that I have to show them for ten seconds. I can't believe I am telling this story. Well, here I go, boobs in the open air trying to save my job.

LD bursts through the door chatting away on his phone. I'm still showing my boobs to the assistant. Being a veteran at this
situation now, I just turn to LD and show him as well. He says, "I'll call you back." Hangs up. Looks at me. "Do you really want me to see your tits or something?" Wow. He tells assistant number one to get out and tells me I'm fired. I start crying and tell him the wholestory. He softens a bit until I get to the bribe part about assistant number one. This pisses him off, and I mean he loved this kid.

As for me, I got to keep my job and my dignity. As for assistant number one, the last I heard he moved back to Michigan after he couldn't even get a job at Starbucks. The guy had a Harvard MBA and got blacklisted throughout LA. The cool thing about it was that LD never told the story to anyone. He said I would eventually get the chance to tell it on my own terms-so here it is. As for the picture, LD says it's stored away in an email account somewhere just waiting to
be posted on Perez Hilton if I ever screw him over. Hey, he's not the head of one of the most prolific studios in Hollywood because he's stupid.

SM