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I put on my makeup, slipped into a slinky floor length knit dress, and drove off into the warm night. With me, a fresh pack of cancer sticks and a free spirit, out to enjoy myself
by myself...
I had hoped that he would call. That he would join me. I suppose thats why I took the extra time to apply my lipstick- red no less, and why I wore perfume remniscent of a wet spring garden.
I felt alluring.
Only, it was not meant to be.
I stopped by a tavern and ordered a martini- dirty. The barkeep tended me quickly, perhaps he thought I was meeting someone, perhaps.
The drink had a lovely kick to it and I took my time with it. nibbling my olives between swigs.With no word from my friend, I paid my bill and went off to catch a late movie.
The film turned out to be no more then a "date flick", very disappointing to say the least. Still I enjoyed it for what it was.
..and what I am
I enjoyed dressing up and going out.
I enjoyed being alone with my thoughts, unconcerned about anothers impressions.
I still felt sexy
and alive
and I realised that I don't need another person to tell me that I am
I just am
In the end I was glad that I hadn't gotten a call.


Sometimes it's good to be left unaccompanied.