The Lady in the Leopard Print

She stepped in to the lonely hotel room and looked around. Heaving a deep sigh, she switched on the lights and pried off her sexy italian shoes. She could hardly believe the way the night had gone. At 50 years old, she stepped out wearing a dress that most 20 year olds couldn’t squeeze into. She stood in front of the mirror and tilted her head to the right. She had taken such good care of herself over the years, she looked a good 15 years younger than she was. She had worked her ass off for this body. Running every day, triathlons, hiking, skiing, and almost always without a man by her side.

She reached behind and slowly unzipped the gorgeous dress she had bought just for her birthday bash knowing she may never have occasion to wear it again. It wasn’t cheap either… and on a teacher’s salary that meant a lot.

The strapless satin cocktail dress fell from her body and in an instant she stood there in her black panties and bra. She ran her hand over her flat belly, with its faded stretch marks and thought about the two beautiful souls she had given birth to. They are both fantastic people and care for each other in such a simple way, despite the drastic age difference between them. She loved them more than life it’s self, and yet they could not fill the hole in her heart. She thought about the fantastic career that she loved, and had worked so incredibly hard to create, and that didn’t fill the hole either.

She grabbed for a tie and pulled back her luscious jet black hair. She shook her head and walked away from the mirror. How she wished she didn’t want a man in her life. Things would be so much simpler. It had always been a mystery to her how she could have everything, except a good man and feel so incomplete. It was a lonely place to be constantly taking care of others, and having no partner at your side. Of course, she remembered, in the past the men have ended up just being another person she had to take care of.

She threw on an old t-shirt and a pair of soft shorts. She nearly laughed as she crawled in to bed thinking how on earth am I here alone tonight? I even had a date. I even sprang for a hotel room, and wore that vava-voom dress… and yet The Cowboy went home. Unreal. She was completely mystified by this man. He had this reputation as a class A bad boy and yet, he treated her like a nun! He said he is trying to change his life, and has turned over this new Christian leaf. Every date they had was either at church or with his family. Never the less, they had managed to sneak off,  just the two of them. He’d kissed her and lifted her skirt pulling her on to his lap by the hips. She knew from that experience that he was quite well endowed. They had fooled around even, and yet he bails?

She couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t want to stay with her. Even if there was no sex involved, didn’t he want to be near her? A woman wants to be wanted. Plus, she thought “I’m a single mother with 2 children and a career– I rarely get opportunities like these, and he just passed it up. Why??” Her girlfriends had told her that they were sure any man in that bar would have loved to take her home, even men half her age. One of her new friends even told her she was one of the sexiest women she knows, and she’s 50 years old.

She thought about herself for a moment… Highly educated, solid meaningful career in teaching, active and athletic, and with a trim gorgeous body. She wasn’t an angry person, or a tacky person. She’s not fancy, or entitled… just sweet and loving.

She felt so alone in the world. She had spent more than two decades married, and was now twice divorced. Tonight, she had a crowd of people show up to celebrate with her, and yet, none of them were close enough to her to throw her the party. She planned the whole thing herself. The group also deserted the bar before 11pm. She NEVER went out dancing. That’s all she wanted, and yet they scrambled home to their responsibilities. At least she’d had a couple girls stay.

She didn’t understand. She didn’t understand how she could have so many friends, but none there that she had any solid connection with. She didn’t understand how The Cowboy could see something good right before his eyes, and not seize the day…. but she believed God had a plan and so, she prayed and left a tear on the pillow as she fell asleep.

Published in: on October 4, 2011 at 9:00 am  Comments (5)  
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5 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. Great post!

  2. Great blog, did you use wordpress or blogengine? I made few blogs myself 🙂 It takes time but it is worth it!

  3. Great post! It always amaze me how people can take time to write them. But to be honest maybe you should change the color of the texts? Sorry if I am being rude, just trying to help. Kind regards, Sophia

    • Any input is appreciated. I rather like the color of the text though. 🙂

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