"God, I hate these things" she said to herself under her breath. She leaned closer to the mirror to apply her mascara on the long eyelashes that framed her blue eyes. He sauntered into the bathroom to survey her progress.
"Did you say something?" he asked, knowing what she had said under her breath.
"No ..... " but her tone belied her words.
"Um-hmmm" came his sarcastic reply. "I actually heard what you said. I just wanted to see of you would repeat yourself."
She righted herself from over the vanity and whirled around to face him, her blue eyes flashing with anger. "Well, I do! These functions are always so boring and staid. I hate your co-workers, and franky, I think most of them hate me, too!"
"Maybe this party will be just a little different" he teased, and left her to her primping.
Wondering what he had meant, she pulled her hose up her legs. She normally wasn't this type of woman - - - she preferred jeans, sweatshirts, and hiking boots to dresses, hose, and heels - - - - but even she had to admit to herself that once all the preparation was over with, she felt more attractive and even caught herself flirting at these stupid corporate parties. Her dress, while simple in its style, enhanced her ample curves just perfectly.
She looked at herself in the mirror, evaluating the "finished product". "Not bad, old girl, not bad ..." she smiled at the reflection staring back at her. At 38, she still felt like a teenager inside, but there was never any fooling that person in the mirror.
He sneaked into the room, watching her stare at herself. He had been attracted to her face from the start - - - - having seen only pictures that she had carefully selected. They had corresponded on the computer at first, but once they finally met, it was not only the way she carried herself, but also her incredible body that had mesmerized him. He loved her softness, her curves, ALL of her - - - and he was careful to tell her so. She had convinced herself, however, that it was her wit, charm, and verve that had kept him coming back for more - - - - despite all his declairations otherwise. She never could understand that even though she didn't see herself as perfect, he, in fact, did.
"Ready?" he asked, pretending to come into the room.
"I think so ...." her voice trailed off, telling him that she was looking for some confirmation of how she looked.
He smiled broadly, his brown eyes wrinkling up in delight. "You look FANTASTIC!"
"Thank you, but ...." her eyes lowered and she blushed.
Reaching out to her with his fingers, he tipped her chin up, forcing her eyes to meet his. "You really do, you know, " he said as his lips sought hers.