Sometimes when I’m going out, to a bar or a club where I know it will be crowded or where I know I’ll be dancing, I don’t want to bring my purse. Too bad many cute lady-outfits lack pockets and I can hardly go out without my ID or any form of payment beyond my charming smile.
I’ve considered a number of strategies, including:
-bringing along a man-servant to hold my things in his utilitarian man-pockets.
-drinking (assuming they don’t card me) and dashing (assuming I don’t get body-slammed by a bouncer)
-Stuffing the goods in my bra, getting them all sweaty, worrying all night about losing them, and having to grope myself every time I need to access them.
-Inventing some sort of bra with a built in pocket.