For whatever it was worth Rita knew she was no longer a
child. She was a blossoming 26 year old woman. She thought about things that
any normal 26 year old woman. Her job at the local thrift shop had brought in
the kind of clientele she enjoyed talking to boys with mustaches that resembled
Tom Seleck. At the present moment
she is standing behind the counter staring at one of the boys. He smiled at
her. She at him. Rita thought what
it would be like to be his boyfriend even though she didn’t know him very well.
It seemed peculiar that she would think that way after all she hadn’t met him
but once before. His buddy holly
glasses had matched his face just perfectly enough that she found him
attractive. He was skinny, but she liked that. She watched as he tried on ironic t-shirts and thought
.
It was funny to her because she thought of his penis.
Because she never had thought of any other boys penis. But this guy. This guy
was surely different. He would make love to her ironically and that’s all she
really wanted.
When I sat down and started to write that first line. I didn't know what to expect honestly and to be even more honest I felt this was easier for me to write than the novel I am writing now. Perhaps, its because it was silly and it was fun so I didn't really think about the content that was being put in it.
When I read Sopphey's "portrait" of me. I was laughing pretty hard because she hit the nail on the head with the dialogue and everything. Anyway, I thought i'd share this thought with you all.
Peace
Until next time :)
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