The Secret.....
Monday, March 19, 2007
| Summer was finally here. She was so excited. It was time for skirts and dresses and the ultimate test of will, the bathing suit. After so many years of not looking ‘good’ she was finally ready for the ‘new’ her. This was going to be her summer where she could finally show off all her hard work for all to see. Of course, she was going to take small baby steps of showing off to the world. After all, she has never been one to ‘those’ girls. That warm spring day, she puts on her new skirt. It fits perfect. She feels so great in her beautiful new spring yellow skirt that really accents her figure. To go with this new favorite skirt, she wears a brand new white and yellow tank top with the neck going lower than anything she has ever worn but not showing too much at all. In all actuality, it is still modest by most of the world’s standards. But she loves it and feels great. Today is going to be a great day. Now is the moment where she is leaping into the unknown. She is about to do something she has never done before. She checks herself in the mirror and finally makes the decision that she is so worried about. Just the thought makes her blush. She is firm with herself, no chickening out, she is going to do it. She is going to wear thongs. The underwear line just takes away from the skirt and she has worked to hard for it to look like this. She is taking the plunge. Inwardly smiling, she pulls out those thongs she bought to be ‘naughty’ but never had the guts to wear. She smiles to herself, and snickers every time she imagines sitting down in those and losing the strip of cloth forever. She giggles, if anyone could hear her thoughts, she’d be so embarrassed. She often imagined herself joking with people saying she was ‘flossing’ right now and no one even knew it. That one always made her giggle, sometimes even out loud. Ok she says out loud and holds them up. She is going to do it this time. This is almost as risky as taking the plunge off the cliff wondering if your parachute was going to open. And yet, this is different. She knows that no one will know. This is definelty safer. It will be a secret, some how finding comfort in that. It will be her little secret that she can smile about all day. This is one of her things that scare her and she is going to do it this time. She worries of course. This is dangerous stuff for her. What if it chafes or becomes uncomfortable. It’s not like you can just adjust it and all is better. No, she tells herself, we are going to do this. My skirt is beautiful, the sky is beautiful and this day is going to be good. I am going to wear my new heels that will look so good with this outfit and I am going to look radiant. Besides, no one will know my little secret which will make it all better. She slips them on and says the feeling will go away when she gets used to them. Now, she focuses on putting on the shoes and doing a once check over in the mirror. Perfect. She inwardly beams and admits to herself that today is going to be great. A perfect day of shopping with some friends, lunch out in this beautiful weather where all the locals go to see and be seen. She was going to impress and be remembered today. That was just how it was going to be. Time to go. She grabs her cute little purse to go with the already perfect outfit, checked to make sure she had her keys and wallet and locked the door to have a wonderful day. The drive in her car with the sunroof open and all her favorite songs playing just further proved this day was going to be great. A few minutes later, she pulls up to where her friends are waiting. They all comment on her new style and she beams. They spend the next hour shopping and having so much fun she hopes this day doesn’t end. They all agree it is lunch time and off they go to the trendiest place full of guys that couldn't be any cuter if she asked. They sit at an outside table surrounded by people talking and laughing the afternoon away. She is happy. Even her little secret is turning out to be perfect. She looks great and is doing the daring thing she has always wanted to do and no one knows it. That is the best of all. She sits with her friends and they sip drinks in the warm afternoon. But of course after many glasses of water, nature is calling. This is actually a good thing she thinks, since she can now go and strut her stuff in front of all those men she had her eye on. She gets up, confidence high and makes her way to the bathroom. That done, on her way out she checks her makeup in the small mirror above the sink. Everything is perfect. Today is great. She quickly smoothes down her skirt, making sure its not all wrinkled in the front. Nope, looks good. Now it’s time to strut her stuff again. She even has this new little walk that shows off her legs nicely. They are going to notice and this makes her smiles. Here we go. She steps out and starts to walk through the restaurant. She happily notices that they are turning to look at her as she walks by. More importantly, they are smiling and staring at her. She smiles back and gives a little wave. Now she is floating. This is what she has been waiting all day for. Every man in the room is watching her walk away with a big grin on his face. They want her and she knows it. Yes, she is going to be remembered by these men. So just to show them what they are missing she sways her hips a little more as she walks back out to her friends. As she turns back to the way she came, she notices that a few of the men have even leaned out the door to look at her some more. Yep, she’s that good. Mentally she is patting herself on the back. Oh yeah, they want her. She approaches the table and walks around to her seat. All of a sudden her best friend jumps up and runs over to where she is standing. She just knows her friend is going to talk about all the men watching her walk away. Now is time to gloat, after all she deserves it. Today is her day. With that big grin on her face, she is about to tell them the incredible moments she experienced, but her best friend plasters herself behind her. Now that is strange. She calmly asks what she is doing, and her friend leans in and says…. “Honey, now don’t freak out, but you skirt is tucked in your thongs and you just walked through a bar full of men showing off your butt cheeks. And I mean showing off. The skirt was bunched up and really gave a nice view.” This was horror. Not only did she just let the world know she was wearing thongs, but she had strutted and smiled, Oh my, she had even waved. And all that time, she didn’t know that she was giving a show for free. That was definitely going to be a day they’d all remember…..for all the wrong reasons….damn……so much for her secret. Not so secret anymore. |
Labels: Embarrassment, Humor, Secrets
posted by Sonya @ 3/19/2007 07:58:00 AM, ,
The Signs.....
Sunday, March 18, 2007
| Your sitting in the library wasting time not doing anything important. You see her across the room. She's kinda cute, someone you'd look at twice. For the last few minutes, you've gotten the feeling that she has been glancing up at you every so often. At first, you wondered if she was really looking at you, but now you are sure. Over and over again she glances your way. You now know that she wants you to walk over to her and use one of your smooth lines. You're going to make her swoon but catch her before she falls. You now mentally ready yourself -- oh there she goes again, she checked you out. Your getting ready to make your move. But first, you check your hair, smooth your eyebrows (not understanding why they do that in the movies ), check your breath (knowing you look retarded breathing in your hand). But anyway....your clothes look good, shoes tied...you look up...and she's looking again, but only for a second as she quickly goes back to scribbling. Definitely no mistaking it now. Confidence in check, you see the path is clear to her, you stand up, straighten your clothes, doing the mental check once more. Trying your best James Dean/John Wayne smooth strut you mentally rehearse your plan to walk right up to her and sweep her off her feet. She looks again and quickly looks down. You inwardly smile to yourself, just knowing she is waiting for you to approach. I mean how could she not, she has looked at you so many times in the last 20 minutes that you haves lost count, though you did try. Talk about enthusiasm getting in the way. Here you go, meeting the woman that could be the greatest thing on earth. She looks up again right before you start to approach. No turning back now, one foot and then the other, moving in on her like she's prey and your the predator. She doesn't know that she's about to swoon at your feet. Once again you give a small smile at your sheer genius dialogue she just wishes she could hear. You have her in your sights...only a couple or more feet until you make her day. You approach her table, lightly rap your knuckles to get her attention. After all you have seen this confident move in the movies many times and it always works. Your knuckle rap has brought her head up, you expect a beaming smile. She makes eye contact.... Your breathe catches waiting to hear her flowery words, she opens her mouth and says.... "What do you want?" in a very not nice tone. Off guard, you try of figure out what has happened. Maybe you heard her wrong. You try to be smooth, giving her a debonair smile and casually tell her that you noticed her checking you out for the last half hour and decided to come and say hello. You patiently wait for her to smile and start that conversation you have been running in your mind for last 30 minutes. You tell yourself that the look she has on her face is not what you expected but maybe you caught her off guard. She laughs. Not the quiet flirtatious laugh, but the tears running down her face, slap the table kind of laugh. And because you think you missed the punchline but don't want to look stupid, you laugh too. Then while pointing, still laughing, she informs you that she never noticed you sitting there, she was just keeping an eye on the clock so she isn't late for her exam. You face heats up and she laughs even harder. You didn't miss the joke, she was laughing at you...and you really missed the signs. That one, you got wrong....big time. |
Labels: Dating, Embarrassment, Humor
posted by Sonya @ 3/18/2007 11:43:00 AM, ,
