A strict date is not in a raging crowd. Isn’t it?A crowd is just a lot of peopleA lot of conversationsA lot of smiles and thoughts flying aboutWhile you dodge the verbal volleysAnd dive to catch that elusive referenceAnd dance around in social rituals In the corner of your mindWhere…
Some 55-word-stories, related and un-related. Draw your own conclusions and leave your comments behind. Also cross-posted on IFSHA. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ She: I want to meet your ex-girlfriend. He: What an odd thought! Why? She: She’s your past and that’s part of you. Getting to know you includes meeting your past. It’s…
Cross-posted on IFSHA here. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ What is the oldest stereotype in the world?The one every single human being on the planet is subjected to. Across countries, continents, cultures, religions and races. Its the first meaningful proclamation made to world about our existance. “Congratulations, you have a son!”or“Its a girl!” I’ll…
He held the door open for me and stood aside.
“Hmm, chivalry, huh?”
I smiled.
He said,
“I thought you said that chivalry died with the 60s?”
“No”
I said,
“Chivalry dies with sex.”
Rude, rude, so very rude of me. But I felt I had to be flippant to cover up my embarrassment at not knowing how to behave in an archaic social ritual like that.
Choice. That’s a good word. The key word for my generation of women. But is being Superwomen all that it’s cut out to be?
One mistake in a ratio and my life hangs in balance! So the numbers, they do a number on youMake you dance to their whimsical, regimented tunesRunning to keep ahead, running to keep up with them alwaysYou’re very good, yes…you’re good as long as you’re as good as them You…
I’m not single because I can’t get a man. I’m not single because I’m against marriage. I’m not single because I’m busy. I’m single by choice. It’s an option.
Could I use a little faith in men?
Call me the caretaker for the loose odds & ends. Call my desktop the orphanage for unassigned projects. I work a 24 hour IdeaSmith time zone now.
Today, I met my kinship with you. I walked down roads where you walked so long ago.I stepped into your shoes just to see what it felt like to be you.