22 October 2012
It had not been the best night out by any means.
I suppose it all started as I was getting ready. I poured myself a nice glass of chilled Pinot Grigio in my lucky glass, it was a deep red Baroque glass, however as I leaned across my table to pick up my Kenzo Flowers perfume, I knocked the glass over and it broke.
My hair had not gone right, I got black mascara onto the lid of my eye and then I dropped my favourite eyeshadow down the loo.....note to self, put the loo seat DOWN whilst applying your make up.
I met my friends in the swanky wine bar in town and tried to drink my cares away. The fuzziness of the wine was a welcomed numbing of how angry I felt before.
That's when HE walked in, like a sexy piece of trouser leg, in jeans and a black shirt he looked HOT.
I had liked this guy for a while and although we had shared a few flirty looks...zilch...nothing....
Tonight was the night I thought...I drank a couple more wines for dutch courage and nipped to the loo, before confidently approaching him.
As I was nearing my target, my friends were desperately trying to get me to come back to them. I look at them and smile, they are waving like loons at me, I'm confused then continue on my 'operation, bag me that guy'.
"Hi" I purr
"Hello"
"So you gonna buy a girl a drink?"
He begins to laugh, along with his friend.....ok that's not the reply I was hoping for.
He looks at me then says
"So do you want to get your dress out of your knickers, then I might buy you a drink?"
I look behind me and sure enough my ass cheek is saying hello to all in the wine bar.
Mortified....does not cover it!!
I need to get out of there and quick. I say goodbye to the girls and briskly leave the bar. The tears are waiting to crash down on my cheeks but I won't cry over a crap night out.
I'm looking up and down the street, waiting for the next taxi to go by....at last, maybe my luck is changing. I hail down the taxi and with relief it pulls in to the side of the road. I open the door and as I'm getting in, I slip...... One foot is in safe and sound the other is twisted, hanging out the door, my beautiful red shoe is broke, the heel is hanging by a thread but the shoe is still on my foot.
That's when my temper got the better of me, I take the broken shoe off my foot and throw it, I'm muttering unmentionables and then the tears come. The taxi driver is looking at me with an amused look on his face with a hint of pity for good measure.
I tell him rather abruptly through my sobs and now runny nose, to just drive.
It was Friday the 13th and had been the night from hell....I look back.
There in the road is my once beloved red shoe.
©Kim Brown 22nd October 2012
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