Glamorous grocery shopping

Four lovely lady’s from the television show ‘desperate housewives’ have already proven that domestic troubles can be quite entertaining. Though I’m a big fan of the show I could have never imagined that a homely chore like grocery shopping can be as exciting in real live. Moving to a big city has changed my views off supermarkets all together. Where I used to live shopping was done by boring house mums who had at least five mouths to feed back home. The domestic troubles they encountered weren’t quit as entertaining too them. The change of scenery brought a different audience with it and..a new attitude to grocery shopping for me.

Now when I go to the dairy section of my supermarket I check to see if my hair hasn’t made any sudden moves. Who known’s that cutie I bumped into yesterday might want to pick up some more milk today. If he’s not here I still want to look good when I arrive at the counter, the store manager isn’t too bad himself. Sometimes I linger a little bit longer at the meat section even after I have found what I came for..the dark eyed guy staring at me wasn’t on my list but I can make an exception.
From town to city I went from sloppy house tjik to ‘Of course I run all my errands on these Jimmy Choo’s’. I had to adapt , because my audience changed from housemothers too good looking students and attractive single men.

Housemothers don’t notice when you pick up a few stuff in your baggy house pants and oversized pullover. They don’t look up when you forgot to do your make up.

A little bit like the television show I’m faking it though. The glamour shoes come off as soon as I’ve closed my apartment door. There’s not much I like more than cooking and hanging on my couch in baggy pants.. Though I’ve starting dressing up for my supermarket I’m back to my old habits when I arrive at home.

My boyfriend keeps me single

‘You can have my number but that doesn’t mean I want to date you’ And still he has the nerves to call you up twenty times a day asking you to go to all sorts of places with him. Saying you only want to be friends and have some nonphysical fun isn’t enough anymore these days. Men expect single woman to be willing and wanting, when it comes to male attention . Well I have some news for you guy’s, I’m FINE being single. I don’t need your lines to make me feel good about myself.

So when phone number guy calls me the first time I don’t see the smoke or smell a fire. We can hang out as buddy’s I figure. To me having a coffee over some good conversation defines friendship, to him coffee means a opportunities to discover how good of a girlfriend I’d make. During coffee number three I’m starting to feel the heat..Complementing me on my looks and bluntly making comments about my ass. Is this how my friends would talk to me I wonder?

Don’t get me wrong I love it when a guy tells me I look beautiful today, any girl would single or married. But hitting me up after I explicitly told you a wasn’t looking for a hook up, that just annoys the hell out of me. What do you guys really think, if I try hard enough she will eventually change her mind, no woman really wants to be single? Well I do and if I would change my mind I’d have enough guts to tell you so.

After meeting a few men like phone number guy ( one actually had the nerve to introduce me as his girlfriend, because he said It was the only way to get me into the party) I have found myself a boyfriend. Finding a boyfriend turns out to be the best excuse to just stay friends. Now when I have a coffee with someone I make sure I drop a comment on how my boyfriend use to live in this neighborhood. And when complimented on my jeans I eagerly agree and tell him how my boyfriend the other day told me the same thing. The best thing about having a boyfriend who does whatever and lives wherever I want him to, because I invented him, really scares of other men to try anything with me. So no need to worry still single and loving it..

His smell

The scent of his body on your sheets ,your pillow and maybe even a bit that lingers on your body. In the morning it’s all you're left with when you’re not in a relationship. The smell of his cologne is a silent reminder of the amazing night you shared. When the sunlight hits your windows the only thing you can do is to cover yourself with that left over smell to hold on to the passion of last night. You pull the sheets close to your body and lay your head on the pillow he briefly slept on. Now you know how it feels to slowly fall in love with your casual lover.

Your started off as good friends and of course you never mend for this to happen. But both of you knew the attraction was there and it would only be a matter of time before you gave in to temptations. You can’t blame yourself and no you shouldn’t ! Because men he has a good body and the way he makes love to you is out of this world. In those few hours you share he makes you feel like the goddess you are. The young emancipated and daring woman inside you tells you this is just what you need, a lover without commitments.

So now you get text messages at ungodly hours in the night asking about what you’re doing. You admit in a text back that your thoughts were with his beautiful body and before you know it you open the door for your perfect stranger. You recognize the look in his eyes, he wants you so much that getting back to the bed is a mission in itself. How you love these moments where nothing seems to matter but the both of you.

It’s all vanished into a dream when you wake up alone the next morning. His smell will go eventually, but the feeling that you maybe need more out of this casual relationship will linger. It can’t be washed away by the shower you take and the clean sheets on your bed won’t help cover that emptiness you feel. Your young emancipated self is left behind confused because you slowly start to realize the rules of this heartbreaking pleasure . His smell is the only thing a real lover will leave behind, never his heart.