So I started teasing Ellie on Messenger by reminding her about her “promise”. I know it wasn’t really a promise, but it was close enough, and maybe if I don’t let up then she really will cave and end up naked. I’m sure she’d be glad if she did.
Anyway, as I’ve told her, I have more pressure in making food that’s anywhere near as good as Ha and Lily do. I’ve got over a week to think about it, but I’m not suddenly going to become an amazing cook in that time.
“It was supposed to be date night. You said you wouldn’t be late. Now you were going to have to make it up to me.”
Ha asked me today when would be good for a next dinner to invite Ellie around. It’s been three weeks now so I guess we’re overdue! I messaged Ellie and she said she couldn’t do this weekend but maybe the weekend after, so I told Ha and she said that it was my turn to host anyway so I’d have to arrange it! That sounds like pressure, because I’m nowhere near as good a cook as she is.
September already! Not long before we’ll start seeing Christmas junk up in the shops.
I went out for a longer run this morning. I’ve been keeping it up a bit these past few months, but with Kieran staying over a lot, or me around there, I’ve not even been doing it every month. I can feel the little roll around my midriff is starting to come back so I need to put an end to that if I’m going to find myself a new boyfriend! Or maybe I should just not care and they can either take me or leave me as I am… yeah, like men are really that discerning.
It’s weird that I’d like someone who’s happy being around me while I’m naked a lot, but I get the feeling that I can’t really come straight out with that or I’m very likely to end up with the wrong type.
Maybe I should take a leaf out of Jo’s book and start looking for my first cat. She’s only, what, fifteen years older than me? If I start my collection now I could have a dozen by the time I’m her age.
“I was caught streaking across the University grounds and marched straight to the college Dean. I don’t think he’d ever enjoyed giving a morality lecture so much in his life.”
Photo: Kate by ElenaShai
Of course they didn’t know. A flash of leg or a hint of cleavage might get a passing admiring look, but she wasn’t showing any more skin than many of the other women, and certainly not as much as she had shown an hour ago in the lingerie shop, despite her nakedness beneath the coat.
She looked in the mirror again. Of course they weren’t looking at her, because she was still beige. Her coat was beige, and next to it her skin looked beige. The bright red lipstick, the ruby red shoes and the dark eyeliner had too much to fight against, and they were defeated by the dull coat. If you looked closely you might be able to see a young, sexy woman inside, but you had to decide to look closely in the first place.
That was the solution: the coat had to go. But she didn’t want to buy a new coat, not on a warm day in May. Her mind span again and the world started to feel like a dream. Am I thinking what I think I’m thinking? she asked herself. She was.
Susan was a hundred of miles from home and no-one in the town even knew her name. The old Susan had come out of the hotel this morning, but it was going to be the new Susan that went back this evening. The new Susan, with all traces of the old discarded.
She put down her bag containing her new skirt, her new top, her new bra and black lace shorts. She stood looking at the mirror, took her car keys out of her purse and put them both down on the seat next to her. She stared again at the mirror.
“I dare you,” the reflection mouthed.
“I accept,” she mouthed back at it.
Read the rest of the story in Changing Rooms
Kara Bryn 