My Man

My Man I sat on the beach eyeing the brown haired hunk who sat all alone a little way away from me. I kept thinking of whether I should get up and “accidentally” trip next to him. After pondering this for about 15 minutes, I decided what the heck- I didn’t have anything to lose. As I Got up, I glanced over one more towards his direction, I saw the most horrid sight! Sitting right next to him, was some blonde haired girl, wearing the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen! I decided I still wanted to go and get up, but to stretch my legs, and besides, the water was looking really nice. I walked to the water, past my man, and I tried to listen to what they were saying to each other. As I did this, in all my efforts to look inconspicuous, I tripped and fell right next to them!! The blonde bimbo looked over at me and started laughing!! She got up, came over, and said “Ooops! Heh, that’s MY bag.” Okay, if she had been sincere, fine, I wouldn’t have been so mad.

But, well, if she had been any more fake, I’m sure she would have turned into plastic or something! Anyway, I got up, brushed off my legs, and with a little “hmph” I walked off. I sat down by the water and fantasized about how wonderful it would be if it were me with him. Soon though, in thinking that, my anguish turned into anger, and my anger into hatred. Hatred for that mean girl who had what belonged to me! I wanted to go up to her and hit her across the face and I wanted to show her who was the boss. I wanted to show her what happens to people who are rude to me.

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In my thoughts, I saw them both running up to the water, hand in hand, laughing. I sat there, staring at the girl, wishing as hard as I could that something could perhaps attack her or something, leaving me with my man. Suddenly, almost as if someone were answering my prayer, and giant shark came and took the girl away! He turned and looked in my direction. He then walked over to me, and took me in his arms, telling me I was the only one he ever wanted. We walked to his beautiful, sleek silver BMW Z-3.

We drove off, the sun setting in the back of us. Aaah, if only life was like that. The things I imagine, well, Amazing is all I can say. After day dreaming that scenario, I got up, got my things together, and without another look at the two love birds, I left. Drove home, took a shower, and went to bed. I realized beauty always is put over intellectualness.

Perhaps someday someone would realize to look inside a person before the look at the outside.


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