I was just walking home from the salon. It’s been busy and Achilles asked that I help out Trish during her shift.
It’s was really warm out today. We’ve had a chilly Spring but this week the temperature really has finally risen.
So while walking home I decided to walk through Rittenhouse Square. I knew everybody would be out and I thought I’d see a bunch of beautiful women.
There were plenty all sitting outside at the three restaurants on the east side of the square. Rouge, Devon Seafood, and Parc.
So I’m strolling down the sidewalk checking out all of the pretty faces and well turned legs, and who do I see sitting with another girl and two young men?
I see her and she looks up at me and then averts her eyes back to who she is talking to.
She would never do that to me. She’s always nice to me and would call me over to say hello.
So this tells me one thing.
She’s read, phicklphilly!
She’s cut me off because I laid it out there and told the truth about the lonely Black Widow.
The truth hurts.
But I’m not sad. She’s just another pretty face.
I have no use for her in my life.
What’s the point of having her around? So I can listen to her warble on about her dates and other failed relationships? I’m sure I didn’t hurt her feelings, because you must have feelings to have them hurt.
C’est la vie!
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