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Author: Shaela129	Added: May 11 2001	Views/Reads: 2675/1905	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I have always wondered why everyone is so involved in what I do or do not do.

Chapter 4 

Do I want to go?  Do I not want to go? Do I want to go? Do I not want to
go?  Enough already!!!!  I am beginning to rethink my decision on going 
to Pharaoh's on Thanksgiving.  Maybe I shouldn't go.  I am so wishy 
washy.  It seems lately as if I am unable to make up my mine. Forever 
doubtful is what Tina usually calls me.  Tina is my best friend as well 
as Shana's sister and also my brother's girlfriend.  Believe me it is 
confusing to me too. 

Shana and Nita are counting on me going.  Lately, I haven't really
enjoyed going out to clubs.  It seems I always attract the wrong kind. 
You know the ones that always seem to look you in the chest instead of 
the eye.  I am  a magnate for them.  With Robert it was love at first 
sight so now I look for this instant attraction in all of my prospects. 
 Prospective beaus that is. Is lightning striking too much to ask for?  
Am I being too unrealistic?  If it happened once I am most assured it 
will happen once more as long as I put my two cents in it. 

If I were to paint a picture of myself the first thing you will notice
will be the color I am wearing.  Anyone who is someone that knows me 
knows I love the color purple.  All shades are my favorite color.  I 
was told it is the color of royalty, however, it was a fav before that 
was even known by me.  It is a color of strength yet tolerant.  A color 
of warmth yet too cool.  I even have a brand new purple Mustang.  I 
could go on all day about PURPLE but I think you get the <PURPLE> 
picture. 

I am honey colored with medium length hair.  Perfectly manicured hands
and toes and neatly, dainty styled hair.  I have large sexy (or so I've 
been told) eyes and nice legs (I'm not making this up).  More than 
ample breast (some may call this a blessing but sometimes it's a bother 
and mostly I don't really notice them at all. In fact, I don't feel 
that my breasts are large but when I see them in a mirror that's a 
different story).  I am of average height for a woman three and twenty 
but I am not what you would call thin.  I am not fat so let's just say 
I am proportioned.  I like the way I look so that 's all that matters. 

Just as I am looking in the mirror to give you as accurate as
description as possible Tina walks in.  "Why are you staring in the 
mirror like that?" she says slightly startling me.  She has on the most 
beautiful chartreuse pantsuit.  She has very good taste in clothes and 
knows what works with her smooth light complexion and naturally wavy 
hair.  She is taller than me and if there were a definition of beauty 
and tranquility her picture would be next to the word.  She is the most 
generous soul, too, next to my mother (she's one of a kind). 

"I am trying to get an accurate description of how I look." I say
knowing this will sound crazy to her. 

"A description for what?  What are you into now?" She thinks she knows
me, huh?  Let's see if we can set her mind a twirlin'. 

"Just a mental portrait."  I say holding in my laugh. 

"Are you going? Then come on!"  She says after rolling her eyes at my
response.  I love making people wonder. 

"Which mall are we going too?"  I say already knowing it would be
StarLand.  Our favorite mall. 

"Not today.  I want to go someplace different with more variety.  It is
me and your brother's 4th," she emphasizes 4th a little too harshly, 
"anniversary and I want to find something clingy but tastefully 
revealing.  We're going to Top of the Town." 

"Top of the Town, huh, clingy but tasteful, hmmm, we'll see what we can
do."  I say.  "Let's go to Twin North Mall." We are now on a mission.  
A mission to please.  My specialty. 

Chapter 5 

At the very beginning I explained how I had been thinking about Marc
Jackson and just out of the clear blue sky I hear his name mentioned by 
complete strangers.  This is not an unusual thing for me.  It happens 


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