| Old friends and the new life? | [Feb. 25th, 2009|06:36 am] |
[Current - Journal entry - accidentally left open]
I ran into two old friends today. We used to be so much alike that people teased that we were triplets separated at birth. There was just one problem - I was on my way to the club and dressed in a red leather corset and a thin little collar. Maybe it would have been different if I'd actually been able to give a reason for the outfit. There they stood in their bright Rodeo Drive clothes and there I stood looking like Pretty Woman before she became classy - high heels, short skirt and corset. Jess just stared, too damn shocked to speak and Julie kept asking how I was, like I've lost my mind. I couldn't figure out what to even say! I don't think "Hey, how are you? I'm on my way to find someone to torture me," would have worked very well. Come to think of it, I think it would have made Jess pass clean out.
Of course, once I got to the club I could have been in a damn parka for all that mattered. Was my second time there and people barely looked at me. It's enough to give a girl a complex. There are times it's like they look over the top of my head. I'm short! I'm not invisible. I miss talking to Duke. Hell, I miss sex. I miss my little bed at the end of his and the way he'd walk me around the grounds. I know I wasn't totally happy there, but it was comfortable and he tried. Maybe that would've been enough again. |
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