There are some days when you just
don’t care about anything. You wake up, put your tracksuit on,
carelessly tie your hair with an elastic band, and with shades on
your face instead of a make-up, you’re on your way to get some
bread rolls. And it is when you, out of a sudden, meet your primary
school friend not seen for a long time, that looks like a one-million
dollar baby.
You’ve been walking
these street for fifteen years and never ever bumped into her. You
are an elegant women, you try to keep up with the newest trends with
a different outcome, yet you do try. And never ever you leave home
without a make-up! Just this once. After all it’s Saturday morning,
people are still asleep… And just now, when you wanted to sneak
unnoticed to greengrocer’s, this bitch had to
appear. Well, 1:0 for her.
You go back home
and swear by all that one holds sacred,
that it was the last time you let yourself for such insubordination.
It will never happen again. Starting from today on, you will take
care of yourself in the greatest details, with no excuses and putting
things away for later.
Two weeks later you
realize with a delight that no one has backbitten you on Facebook or
on any other social networking website. You got off scot-free this
time. You forgot about this tragic humiliation. In the evening, while
having a relaxing bath you realize, you legs need an immediate
intervention of a shaver. Unfortunately, it’s placed on the shelf
next to a mirror, so far, you would have to leave your lovely bath to
get it. You don’t fancy that. ‘I’ll have them shaved in the
morning’ you say to yourself and submerged in scented bubbles.
A stomach ache wakes
you up at night. So strong that you can’t catch your breath.
Painkillers, and herbal teas don’t help. You’re pregnant and
frightened. You put on your good old tracksuit, huddled like an old
lady you get to your car and drive to the nearest hospital. Waiting
in admissions you recall hairy legs and pray that the night shift is
carried out by a female doctor. And what? It’s so obvious. A young,
blue-eyed, 1.9m high Apollo sees you and with disarming calm asks
what troubles you. But you aren’t troubled anymore, and blushing
crimson you forget about the pain, nervously working out how to
escape from his surgery. Too late, 2:0 for the medic.
Again, you take an oath
that you never keep. Just tomorrow, in the morning when you stand in
front of your wardrobe and decide to wear granny panties (yes, yes,
these biiig panties), since you aren’t going out. It will be just
tomorrow when your husband cooks you a dinner surprise, just to, soon
after, in the privacy of your bedroom win with you 3:0.
You made my day!!!!! :*
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