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(That's a pic of me and my one-day honey-for-a-lifetime! Okay I am not that anorexic and he isn't quite as beastly...I like his expression though!!!!...and he won't give a damn about my red boots. In fact he will say, "Honey, are you wearing those for me?" and I will answer, "Yessirbobalouie!" He will understand me.)
I am not interested in the 16-year-old checkout boy at Walgreen’s. Nor am I about to make love to any of the other people I smile at during my day. You are wrong to be jealous.
A smile is not an invitation to pluck me.
A smile is just a smile, a pleasantry. All girls get smiled at and flirted with a million times a day.
It means nothing really. I take it as a “nice that you are in this world” thing.
I use it for balance. All daylong I am being cutoff by rude drivers, pushed and prodded, and sometimes there are nice people and those are the ones I smile at. Sometimes I say “hi” too.
I say “hi” to lonely people too…men, women, children, dogs. Even married people can be lonely, kids of too-busy parents are lonely too…dogs well they probably aren’t too lonely because everyone likes to pet them all of the time.
I am lonely too. Some people tell me that they are bored. I am never bored. I don’t understand that. They probably don’t understand my loneliness. I am good all day long, but deep into the night when everyone I know is asleep, then I get lonely. Sometimes you’ll find me in a lunchroom because of my loneliness.
Oops I’ve gotten a bit off track here.
Jealousy…that is the subject. When I am with a man, I am with a man. I put on blinders. Sure I might smile, but to take me down for it is wrong. And then a big fight ensues. I already went through that with other boyfriends and I am not interested in repeating it. It leads nowhere. So nowhere man…beat it!
P.S. I am tired of meeting those nonpassionate-Yuppized men too. They aren’t for me. I like someone a bit messy, paint-stained, roaring through life.
P.P.S. One man recently told me this: “If you lose all of your money and have no where to go, you and I can live under a train trestle and I will cook steaks on the hibatchi for us.” I’d take that man in a second if he wasn’t almost 3x’s as old as me.
P.P.P.S. My hands are all tight. I have been planting flowers today! Gotta get some lotion. I would show you how beautiful my gardens are but I have online stalkers and I don’t want to give out too much info about where I live. Sorry. You would like it though. My yard looks kind of like my paintings…messy and colorful!
