Telling It How It Is

Yea, yea she was so cute and looked kind of fit, but she had a little too much make up on and I don’t just mean a bit, she had so much make up it made me feel kind of sick.

She had stopped me when I was on my way to meet a mate, Oi darling, cor I think yore fit… How about a date, these words she did say to me as she starred me up and down as though I was something shiny or candy and wanting a bit.

This girl, she is quit a looker this I did first think, then as she moved closer, there it was in a blink. It seemed to me that there upon her face was something, some sort of grimy thick paste.

I may be a man but even I know, concealer can be obvious especially when you put it all on in one go, though being polite I did not say but that didn’t help me cracking a smile anyway.

She though I was cute and pretty fit, though I looked like crap and I really felt like it, it was not what she said so much but how that she said it, the last thing through my mind was considering to bed it.

Then when I ignored her and carried on walking away, the little not so pritty girl decided to say, you ain’t got a fat car anyway. So it was to my great relief that our exchanges were so very brief.

But on the way back towards my not so fat car, I told a few home truths, that may heal but will probably scar, as I got in my not so fat car.

Nph Photographic & Written Works

2007

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