Sunday, February 22, 2009
wine-o
She was behind me in line. I could tell by what she was buying that she was going to be spending the evening alone and in agony. She had one bottle of wine; a sure backup to what she had already, and various other snacks designed for a cozy evening alone, maybe with some music or romantic movie to entice her senses and fill the emptiness she somehow feels inside. I wanted to say hello to her but instead I announced my intentions for the evening. I said that I was going to eat fattening food, watch a movie, and then go to sleep alone as usual. I glanced at her and she cracked a smile while looking the other way. To me she looked like a divorced teacher, maybe grade school. She had that homely look about her with a sexiness that was just dying to show itself. I could feel her hurt, as if she was missing something. I know that feeling well, we all do in some way I am certain. LLc 98.2
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