It’s dawned on me, this is how I’m often perceived.
Makes me laugh since the last time I felt sexy was 2003, but one can’t help how others see you.
What can I say?
Smoke and mirrors baby, and a really good concealer by Laura Mercier.
Men off the market are afraid to see me alone, which brings up the sad, simple fact, all the good ones are taken.
And why shouldn’t they be since some woman got there first, like at a sample sale.
When they say timing is everything, it’s true. If you were in that check-out line before the woman who couldn’t lift her case of Ensure, you would have met the guy who helped her first. Of course, if I was buying Ensure it would be home delivered in an unmarked box by one of the Laker Girls, but you get my point.
There’s a man I sometimes work with who I really like. He’s smart, funny, sexy and yes, married who I’ve invited for coffee. He trembles at the mere thought.
Was does he think, I’m going to pop out naked from the sugar bowl?
Even at seventy when his store is probably more or less closed, he doesn’t trust himself as if I have no say in the matter.
Just the idea of putting on special underwear would be enough for me to cancel. Affairs are exhausting if my memory serves me right. Trying to hold his attention, managing your guilt and his because before you could say…is that a wedding band? He blames you for his indiscretion.
“Why do you have to look so good…nobody’s still thin at your age…and heels…you had to wear heels? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?
I go from the most wonderful girl in the world to the Mayflower Madam without passing go.
I like an intelligent man since my own company is so preferable I need a person of interest to get my attention away from me…no easy feat.
And sadly, your average man has little to say. My first question when I meet a fellow for the first time is always, what are you reading?
Saves so much time.
The man with his price tags snipped off reads like a mother fucker and not just John Grisham either. He’s versed in all kinds of things you may know nothing about. His wife quite often,, isn’t as interesting as he is which is why he’s glancing your way to begin with. He needs stimulation too, even if it’s just above the waist…besides…you should be able to have a friendship with a man without creating a crime scene. He’s married not dead.
Where am I going with all this?
To the bank to make a deposit.
Sometimes all a girl really wants is a cuppa Joe, not Joe in a cup.