10.13.2011

Old School

What happened to it?

And where can I go to get it back?

While I may not get back to the days of youth, I can smirk in the satisfaction looking up old boyfriends on facebook and finding them still 'fine' looking.

I picked right back then. I picked for looks only and it served me well, and every time I travel back in time and sneak a peak at my old boyfriends...I smile..

I do more than smile...

I grin from ear to ear thinking that could have been mine right now.

But memories and realities co-mingle into a fuzzy warm memory less than the reality of it..but isn't that the way we remember?

Isn't that the way we see things?

In a soft glow and pink light when we recall our past...

Our life, now in full fluorescent light, just waiting to catch us under the wrong shadow and reveal every horrible wrinkle we have accumulated on our face.

How cruel time can be when its spent as a single woman?

Single men do not have that queer misfortune...the wish of a soft pink glow of light is a women's fate..

Men are too busy thinking their money carries their looks; they hardly bother to look in the mirror and look for any inclination as to question the color of their bathroom bulb?

The Audacity!!

As charming as it is...LOL


But men are not my concern tonight...

Tonight, I am concerned about me, and the reality of Whittier's words...

"What if?"

Women, even the wealthiest ones, never look to their money for affirmation...

They foolishly look for love and create a false sense of love in the men they find to have...

and unlike men, the mirror is much more harsh in the eyes of a female beholder...

much, much more beholding...

A woman can't only be wealthy-she needs to be young and pretty and charming and daring and worthy...

of what?



No!! seriously!! I am asking...





I am still asking...


and sooooooo.....

and so she places pretty soft pink illuminating bulbs in all her powder rooms ...giving her the false sense of a youth and softness that has long since vanished.

Pink lighting for the lady and blue steel for the gentleman's vault...

Bravo!!!

Bravo!!!

Bravo!!

We are old school!!

We are the dusty old yearbook that no one will sign any more.

When they say all the good ones are taken...its true..they are...

I am not a good one

and now I do not aspire to be that one for someone

because they are no better than me

If I were normal...I would have been able to hold onto one of those lovely picture perfect men that I see clinging to their wives on facebook.

but I am not and neither are any of the idiots I have dated!

We are of the same feather and we will always flock together...

My Ex's think they are so much better than me and in the end; they are too much like me

Damaged goods!!

Brilliantly damaged and bruised to such imperfection that neither of us dare look at oursleves in the mirror as we truely are!!!


and now...


I grin and smirk and smile at the thought of that!!


Its OK, the Blonde knows she will never graduate!!!

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