Wow! This is hard, DP challenge wants us to write a story using one-syllable words only. But hard is what I like (who doesn’t?) and crave so, I’ll give it a try. Ready? Here we go…
I thought that falling in love with a friend is a just fairy tale. The thought of waking up one day and found out that you have fallen for a person you have known for years seemed strange to me. I think that either you are dazzled by him at first sight or not. You would not all of a sudden have some kind of “feelings” towards a person who doesn’t “attract” you in the first place. This I believed all my life till I met Don.
I have known him for more than eight years and never had a single talk with him aside from the usual hi and hello. I never saw him as the one. He’s not my type. I never noticed him in fact.
Then fate brought us closer and I found out what a fine person he is. I well-nigh fall for the guy. If the case had been not what it was… given the right amount of time… it could have been magic. But__ it could be also that I was just sad at that time and want some care and warmth, I don’t know…
He is married now and has kids. Prior to his union, he tried to change my mind about us but no can do. Too heavy a load to carry, too tough to make it happen in real life. A risk I am not so keen to take…
How did I do? I hope I did some justice to the challenge 🙂
… do I have to dye my fur???
Lately, I noticed that white hairs starting to appear more and more on my head and somewhere else; more somewhere else than on my head. I saw that up there, common place is around my face; down there it’s usually around the… lips.
It’s so embarrassing when you’re doing… it. Especially when someone wants the lights on per se and… uhm… wants to eat. If I cannot find an excuse to dim the light, I usually ask if the person in question could please remove the eyeglasses hoping he’s farsighted.
Another trick is to urge him to look at me while doing it pretending the deed excites me but if the truth is to be told, it’s the other way around I think. Ahhh… what a woman would do for peace.
Anyway, I never dyed my hair (except that one time in Spain when I had so many sangria and ended up with ten red tresses all around my face I looked like unchancy princess of darkness) and I don’t want to start doing it now. I’m a low maintenance girl. Go to the coiffure once a year; never wear nail polish, perfume, sun block or high heels. Make up is a big no – no unless I really, really have to. And my skin is so sensitive I easily get allergy I don’t even use deodorant for heaven’s sake!
But I worry about my tresses… having younger looking face but when you drop the knickers… it shows my true age. It’s like believing someone you go to bed is a real blond and finds out the next morning that either she is a brunette or a red head. How embarrassing is that?
And since we’re at it… is there anyone here who knows a good remedy for persistent dandruff? (I said dandruff not yeast) I tried almost everything to no avail. Help!!!