Archive for March, 2010

by Carole Satyamurti

Because a bit of colour is a public service.

Because I am proud of my hands.

Because it will remind me I’m a woman.

Because I will look like a survivor.

Because I can admire them in traffic jams.

Because my daughter will say ugh.

Because my lover will be surprised.

Because it is quicker than dyeing my hair.

Because it is a ten-minute moratorium.

Because it is reversible.


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Okay so three hours of artwork later and all three of the girls at work who went to the art thing were grumps all day. And we all have to open again tomorrow. I hope they fall asleep as soon as their head touches the pillow. I feel bad for us.

I have a getting to know you date. I’m excited. It’s nice to have new friends.

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There comes a point, a most enjoyable point, in every breakup when you realize the opposite sex is once again open to you for shopping, and all the possibilities just boggle the mind in the very best way.

And if you’re lucky, you have friends standing there saying—we have always Seen you. You’re doing great.

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Click here.

I am a strictly one guy at a time gal.

So if I really start dating, that’s it for waiting on Chris. I won’t be interested in seeing him anymore. And the whole, let’s wait and see if he can straighten up thing, that will be a moot point. The window of opportunity for us will close. Not saying that in three years if we bump into each other we might not try again. That’s happened once before to me. It was a dumb idea, but it happened.

Anyway I know people may find this hard to believe since I’m pretty ordinary in the looks department. But I get asked out almost every day. Sometimes I’m mean to people just so they won’t ask me out. Maybe it’s the whole non threatening thing, combined with a killer personality.

So all I really have to do if I want to, is plunk myself in a public area and wait. Someone will fly into my trap and all I have to do is say yes, please, I’d like to see Alice. And voilĂ  it will happen. I will show up with hottie unknown on my arm and not look like a loser anymore.

I guess I have to, if he is. No sense waiting around, right?

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