Thursday, November 19, 2009

79. The Fat Lady



Just when she thought it could get no worse he said he had to stop in to check on his mother. She braced herself as it was only 9 O’clock, and feigning an early morning wasn’t going to work yet. Amazingly his mother was just as embarrassed that he would show up on a date. She immediately made killer Magaritas with premium Tequila. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

78. Hot dog



It was an excruciating date. He spoke excessively about himself like a bloated salesman on a used car lot. He was determined in professing his admiration for her, yet she barely spoke, and at a certain point, gave up at trying to do so. His idea of a fun outing consisted of going to an “I’m young-at-heart” amusement park. She felt like a fool surrounded by the teenagers alternately whooping it up or sticking their tongues down each other’s throat. She didn’t bother telling him she was vegetarian when he ordered dinner.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

77. Glamour And Heat.



The glamour fell away as she moved in heated frenzy. She felt beyond disheveled and horridly out of place. Everyone else saw her as stunning and elegant, otherwordly as she moved within her own aura. She didn’t want to judge the beer swillers, but she didn’t want to make conversation either. She just wanted to take her shoes off and swallow back a martini.

Monday, November 16, 2009

76. Bat Shit Crazy



There was no question she was driving him bat shit crazy. He wondered if they would have already broken up had they not married so quickly. All his friends seemed to have free reign over their relationships. They labeled him the stable guy and she chose that too. There were times he just wanted to run but he wasn't a quitter. They loved each other like mad and the makeup sex was well worth it.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

75. Warner Bros.



He found it inspiring. Sitting up here was the only reminder of the heights he came to achieve. His reality was dark and a complete drudgery. He lied to his family back home with visions of lightness and humour. He wasn’t a star, he was bland and lumped in with people whose dreams were extinguished long ago. He refused to succumb. When he got back to his cubicle he got a voice mail that was a small victory that could ultimately lead to major change if he played the game right.