When Rachel Weiss turned thirty eight, she stood in front of her mirror
before going on yet another internet date. She admired that some of her youth
still remained, her hair- at worst was mostly tamed. Her apparent lack of
traditional things like the absence of children, the lover-man, and wedding rings
only torments her when she's home with her family, friends or pretty much
anywhere that kind of logic ends.
No, it won't upset me, I am single, I am free to do what I want and be who I want
to be, nothing else is as important as this.
When Rachel Weiss finally got her cake, the date was just another in a string of
minor disasters, another mistake, another risk not to take. I will sit here alone
next to my cellphone, holding my plate, eating the frosting first, denying the
desperate need to not browse back to the fishing hole of romance. I am not
into that kind of haphazard chance, I will not make another "Disney - I wish!"
There may be plenty of fish in the dating sea, but right now there is nothing
but frustration for one such as me.
No, it won't upset me, I am single, I feel fine, now change the subject while
holding my glass out for a new kind of wine.
When Rachel Weiss realized she was about to turn to thirty nine she did not go
on another blind date, she did not even hope to consummate or make herself find
some other way to validate her status as a single woman. I will stay home, I can
binge watch Netflix and eat Chex and be happy without the promise of sex. She gave
this up by a quarter to six, and went back to the usual game, it's never the same
I wonder if I will see old whatshisname? What am I doing with my life, this isn't
how you become some body's wife,
No, it won't upset me, I am my own person, everything is fine, I just have no one
to call, I talk but no one is on the other line.
When Rachel Weiss was thirty nine, forty was no longer as scary as it was at thirty
eight, I feel fine, it's not how old you are that should define your own sense of wonder,
it's not how much Ikea you can buy at Bed, Bath and Beyond-er. I can like what and who
I want to like, I am happy with being alone, in spite of what my married siblings think, it's
not what you all think, no it hasn't made me desperate enough to drink, yes I will
probably die an old maid, no burning out, just a slow fade away, no more gold, no
hope of a lucky strike. She was committed to this course of action and then she met
Mike.
Yes, that's butterflies and yes I can't feel my feet, when he kisses me, he makes me
feel all Jerry Maguire kind of complete.
before going on yet another internet date. She admired that some of her youth
still remained, her hair- at worst was mostly tamed. Her apparent lack of
traditional things like the absence of children, the lover-man, and wedding rings
only torments her when she's home with her family, friends or pretty much
anywhere that kind of logic ends.
No, it won't upset me, I am single, I am free to do what I want and be who I want
to be, nothing else is as important as this.
When Rachel Weiss finally got her cake, the date was just another in a string of
minor disasters, another mistake, another risk not to take. I will sit here alone
next to my cellphone, holding my plate, eating the frosting first, denying the
desperate need to not browse back to the fishing hole of romance. I am not
into that kind of haphazard chance, I will not make another "Disney - I wish!"
There may be plenty of fish in the dating sea, but right now there is nothing
but frustration for one such as me.
No, it won't upset me, I am single, I feel fine, now change the subject while
holding my glass out for a new kind of wine.
When Rachel Weiss realized she was about to turn to thirty nine she did not go
on another blind date, she did not even hope to consummate or make herself find
some other way to validate her status as a single woman. I will stay home, I can
binge watch Netflix and eat Chex and be happy without the promise of sex. She gave
this up by a quarter to six, and went back to the usual game, it's never the same
I wonder if I will see old whatshisname? What am I doing with my life, this isn't
how you become some body's wife,
No, it won't upset me, I am my own person, everything is fine, I just have no one
to call, I talk but no one is on the other line.
When Rachel Weiss was thirty nine, forty was no longer as scary as it was at thirty
eight, I feel fine, it's not how old you are that should define your own sense of wonder,
it's not how much Ikea you can buy at Bed, Bath and Beyond-er. I can like what and who
I want to like, I am happy with being alone, in spite of what my married siblings think, it's
not what you all think, no it hasn't made me desperate enough to drink, yes I will
probably die an old maid, no burning out, just a slow fade away, no more gold, no
hope of a lucky strike. She was committed to this course of action and then she met
Mike.
Yes, that's butterflies and yes I can't feel my feet, when he kisses me, he makes me
feel all Jerry Maguire kind of complete.
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