Coward
By: RDV
Take her at face value. She’s 30-years-old. She hasn’t even had a boyfriend. Not even once in her life. Not even a whimsical half-assed romance with someone on the internet. Not even a joke thing kind of fling. Not even a dare.
She wonders if she’s afraid. It’s not that she’s afraid. It’s just that, nobody will take her. Really. That’s the whole and bitter truth.
Actually by now someone should’ve already made the luckless mistake of proposing. Hell, she earns fifty thousand a month, damn independent with a sure-fire shot at the future. You’d never ever get hungry if you married this woman. Carnal issues would by then be best left abandoned, but it’s assuredly good money. Assuming one has iron guts.
She’s off the cuff for anything like it. Conjugal life. Marital status. Maybe that’s the long and short of it. She’s been in love more than once but the potential dies along with the perfume she puts on every morning as she goes to work. The one time she had the courage to go goo-goo on a guy was messed up by her inexperience and nerves. She was about to make reservations in some haute cuisine restaurant a road down their work place. It was about to go all smoothly. About. Yeah. Right in the end she realized that backing out was much simpler.
And it probably was.
After that, all prospects lay gasping for breath.
Even now as she stood in front of the mirror, all she sees is a cloudy barren life. Who would ever take interest in someone who can’t let her hair down just for fucking once? Here she is, frizzy-headed, not knowing how to use a fucking hair-dryer. Her beauty cream bottles lay unused within arm’s reach. She doesn’t even know how to begin reading the damn instructions on the label. Hell, if that’s the price of beauty, all this bother, wouldn’t spinsterhood feel bloody great after all?
Maybe.
Thus far, nothing in this world has influenced her enough to be bent in that direction. Being a girl through and through. It sure is a hard job to be done with.
Never mind. She has money to live on anyway.
Take her at face value. She’s 30-years-old. She hasn’t even had a boyfriend. Not even once in her life. Not even a whimsical half-assed romance with someone on the internet. Not even a joke thing kind of fling. Not even a dare.
She wonders if she’s afraid. It’s not that she’s afraid. It’s just that, nobody will take her. Really. That’s the whole and bitter truth.
Actually by now someone should’ve already made the luckless mistake of proposing. Hell, she earns fifty thousand a month, damn independent with a sure-fire shot at the future. You’d never ever get hungry if you married this woman. Carnal issues would by then be best left abandoned, but it’s assuredly good money. Assuming one has iron guts.
She’s off the cuff for anything like it. Conjugal life. Marital status. Maybe that’s the long and short of it. She’s been in love more than once but the potential dies along with the perfume she puts on every morning as she goes to work. The one time she had the courage to go goo-goo on a guy was messed up by her inexperience and nerves. She was about to make reservations in some haute cuisine restaurant a road down their work place. It was about to go all smoothly. About. Yeah. Right in the end she realized that backing out was much simpler.
And it probably was.
After that, all prospects lay gasping for breath.
Even now as she stood in front of the mirror, all she sees is a cloudy barren life. Who would ever take interest in someone who can’t let her hair down just for fucking once? Here she is, frizzy-headed, not knowing how to use a fucking hair-dryer. Her beauty cream bottles lay unused within arm’s reach. She doesn’t even know how to begin reading the damn instructions on the label. Hell, if that’s the price of beauty, all this bother, wouldn’t spinsterhood feel bloody great after all?
Maybe.
Thus far, nothing in this world has influenced her enough to be bent in that direction. Being a girl through and through. It sure is a hard job to be done with.
Never mind. She has money to live on anyway.
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