ObsidianButterfly

Guilty Pleasures
2003-10-11 21:13:36 (UTC)

Yeah, I know... I really need help

So, I'm going to this wedding tonight. An evening wedding
if you can picture it... semi-formal.I bought a dress.
It's black linen with gold embroidery. It's stops just
above my knees. 2inch black heeled shoes. The dress leaves
very little room to breath, but I have no problem showing
off my figure. I'll be 30 years old in 17 days and my
measurements are 38, 30, 38. I may not be perfect, but
there are five guys in my life and I'm not even sleeping
with all of them, only one of them. I must be doing
something right... and yeah, it's my looks. I don't look
30, thank goodness. I still get carded when buying
alcohol. I have ocean blue eyes and streaked brown hair
that hits my shoulders. Anyway... I'm really getting off
topic.

This wedding is a little on the strange side for me. The
father of the bride is, well... heh... how to say this...
he and I had this thing for over a year. His wife? Well,
she knew about it the whole time and had no problem with
it. Her thoughts on it were, "Well, I don't mind. It gives
me time to myself." So, yeah, this should be an
interesting ordeal tonight.

So, why do I say I need help? Well, think about it. I'm
going to a wedding... the father of the bride is my ex-
lover... and I'm taking my new boyfriend... yeah... get
the dilemma?

Laters




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