This is for 3WW.
As she walked to the kitchen cabinet with two lazy Susan’s, enough antioxidants, supplements and vitamins so that she could go on different regimes every week for two months, she thought that in thirteen days she could clean out her Keogh if she desired. She didn’t desire to and was somewhat impressed with how not-depressed the thought made her.
Six months from 60 is young. She could reinvent herself up to three times more if she so desired….”Desired” she was hung up with being desired. She didn’t want to be younger. She wanted to be the girl who had inspired boys and men to irrational, oft times erratic behavior. Right it was the irrational, erratic she didn’t miss. OK she was guilty of the same.
She had been a drama queen who starred in an epic the Weinstein brothers would be proud to produce.
Was it worth living a temptuous love life when she saw so many couples so at ease with each other? She wouldn’t have known how to begin. Men had always been a drain on her. So why was there a nibble in her ear telling her actually try?
No she wouldn’t. She liked the ease of the boy toy. The nibble on the ear that led to a night of debauchery. Shit she was so immature. Wasn’t there much more to a life of committed sex?
Rick texted. She agreed to meet him at ten in the town’s hotel bar. He was 33. 33 and less than seventeen percent body fat. Young boys, they loved to give body fat stats and really how much else did they have to talk about? Casey Johnson’s death?
She had a nibble of yogurt as her mother would have said, walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the master bath and began getting ready.