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Another Man's Woman
I'd been flirting with this guy for only a couple of minutes, and I already knew what he was thinking. He thought I'd be just like all the others. I'd make kissy faces, get him to buy round after round all night until I just took off. But I'm not like the rest. We hold hands under the table and---
"What about this one?" Ashley asks, shattering my fantasy by throwing her newest 'favorite' across the top of the bathroom door.
I barely glance at it. "Too yellow. Yuck. It clashes with my complexion."
Instead I slither into this dreamy glam scarlet-chiffon and sigh. The pattern is nice. Some sort of blossom print at the waist and a veneer shawl to go around the shoulders. It looked good on me. Emphasizing all the right places, which is amazing when you've got the body of a brick. Like me me me me me me...
I'm the belle of the ball, for a brief moment in time. I'm Scarlett O'Hara and Helen of Troy and that dirty Marylin all rolled up into one. But without the nymphaticly inflicted diseases. "I like this one."
She looks all pissy for a moment, "I thought you said you hated yellow?"
This girl is crazy. "How is there yellow in red?"
Ashley's eyes are rolling around in their sockets. And she thinks I'm such a drama queen. Try again.
She pushes herself into the bathroom with me and point out all the little glittery spots of yellow that apparently only she can see.
"You're nuts, Ash." I say, finally voicing my opinion.
She goes, "Yeah, well Craig, you're wearing a dress."