Saturday, October 14, 2006

   Ah Cinderella
You all know Cinderella right? The girl who lost her shoe at the ball with the prince? I felt like her last night. I was all dressed up, my hair done, my make up too. I wore this dress, and it was so form fitting, I could barely breathe save the slight gasp here and there. And I went to Dylans house first, he stared dimly for the slightest minute. I felt stupid. I always wear these baggy ass clothes, and no one sees any of my skin, ever. Backless purple velvet dress. I started rambling on and on about how stupid I felt, and just as I said "Yeah, and you know people will say 'look, aren't you so pret-" And he kissed me. And then he said "Pretty?" It was so sweet! I felt a little better. But I stayed there for about an hour, and Dylan got ready. His mom rangled us into pictures, and I felt stupider and stupider. We got there, and guess what! There were only about three other girls wearing dresses. I felt so stupid. My friend Angel popped out of no where, and said "Wow, nice dress." Then my friend JT said "Hey Jessie, nice dress." I walked over to where my friends Josh and Matt were standing. Joshes response: Stopped dancing, looked me up and down, and said "Wow, Jessie you look hot." I blush, and you couldn't tell. Matts response: Wide eyes, no speaking. Acts like he isn't staring. I dance a little with Angel and Josh and Matt in a little circle. Then I have to go lose my heels, and my pantie hose. Then my shawl, and I walk back to my circle. Josh holds out his hand, and says "May I have this dance?" I giggle, and take his hand. I felt guilty about not danceing with Dylan, but Dylan won't dance anyways. So Josh puts his hand on my waist, and takes the other one. And he dances pretty well. I felt really pretty when he twirled me, and my dress flared out in a velvet swirl. Everyone said that. My ex boyfriend came up when me and Josh stopped danceing. He said "Hey dude, you mind if I comment on your girlfriend?" This was directed to Dylan. He glares. Ex repeats-"You won't kill me right?" I clutch at DYlans waist(where my boobs come up to on him) and say "Oh, its fine honey." Ex says to me "You look sooo sexy in that dress." Dylan glares and steps between us. My tall handsome prince charming, who wouldn't grant me a dance. I giggle, and blush, and my friend Charles gets there. He says I look 'nice' But that is because he doesn't want to hurt me or Dylans feelings. I dance with Angel, I dance with Matt. I hint to DYlan he is pissing me off with his motionless-arms-crossed-statue dance. But Its fine. He gets to play with me, others just get to see me. I guess I would have felt a little more prettier if Dylan would just have danced one dance with me. Just one. All he would have had to do was hold me in his arms, and sway just a little. And it was pretty fun, and each time I stepped alone, some new guy would come over, and comment on my 'smokin hot body'.
Afterwards in the parkig lot Dylan lent me his jacket, just like the sweet prince charming I know he is. And the in the car, and his house....no comment!
LOts o love!
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