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Monthly Archives: July 2010

She was sitting, waiting for him. Again. Wearing combat boots with her miniskirt and long not-quite-white jacket. She bought it to look like Kim Novak, who was one of those sexy, femme fatale-style blonds- not like Grace Kelly’s wholesome statuesque beauty at all. She’d bought the jacket to look like Kim Novak, and maybe it was working, except of course for the combat boots which were a decidedly punk rebellion against her beautiful jacket’s classic vintage look. Somehow it still kind of went. She was also wearing sunglasses and slouching at the edge of a fountain, even though the weather was practicing the art of June gloom- gray and sunless. She looked bored, but she was really holding in irritation: where the hell is he? Why is he so late? When he shows up, I’m going to tear him a new one. She wouldn’t, of course. She knew that. She wasn’t sure that he did, but she hoped he did. She loved him so much she never quite managed to be mad when he showed up. She knew that as soon as he showed up, she’d go from being Miss Bored and Angry to being giddily happy and bounding up to him and serving him with as many kisses as possible, like a damn puppy or something.

This is the scene she wishes were happening. Instead she slouches in her house with a pain in her gut and the taste of minty chocolate Girl Scout cookies on her lips. At least she knows he loves her. That he wants her to call him everyday, that he wishes she would really call when she says she will. She still worries she’s losing him, but not as much as she was. She’s not quite happy about the whole thing, but maybe, just maybe, she’s feeling optimistic 🙂