Single. Sexy and free.

Hello single lady. Hey diva in the park. Sexy chica in the office. Beauty at the gym. I see you, even when nobody else does. It can be a real drag...being extra cute and nobody being around to see. Of you course, you do it for self...because that's what you like to see looking back at you when you look in the mirror. But damn, sometimes it almost feels pointless. Prim and proper. A pure vision and not a hair out of place. Made up to the tee...sometimes you take yourself out, because you look too adorable not to be seen. Why deny the public the privilege to feast their eyes upon such a sight. Sometimes you feel real blah at the tragedy of it all. Sexy new panties, no one to take them off. Georgeos new shoes, not one to prance around wearing only that for. That amazing way your hair looks, when no one is around to see. You ain't going look this good forever, and while gravity is still on your side, you want someone to witness this. You want someone to admire it all. Such a canvas, so grandly painted and yet no one even stops by the exhibit. It's like you can tell you self all day, everyday how good you look. How great you smell. Sometimes, you just want to hear it from someone other than your girlfriends. I don't know what's worse. Having someone around and not getting the compliments or not having any around at all to notice. Some women, have someone. And their someone neglects their needs and wants as a person, as a lady, as a female and as their partner. Some women, have no one in sight for miles and miles and would like it very much to just be noticed. Not so much seen or a need for attention, just hey, you look very pretty today. Or nice outfit. Something, anything. Sometimes a lil extra effort would be nice. Say if you are seeing someone...a lil surprise visit, perhaps a lil extra time. Maybe something out of the ordinary. It's a sad sight, watching a butterfly turn gray. Loosing it's colors, fading away. There's nothing like seeing a woman, so well put together, looking perfect...but plagued with sadness. Hey there, loney girl, perk up. Hold you head high. Let those curls blow in the wind. Do not weep or walk around with your head lowered; keep those eyes to the sky. Chin up...fear not the loney. Find joy in being alone. It can be quite comforting. Sure one will get tired of telling yourself all the stuff you wish someone else will say. I promise you if you keep your spirit strong, he will find you one day. Don't walk around pouty with your shoulders slumped. Stand up straight, keep it together. Cry when you are alone. Maintain your strenght. It can get old, being alone. I promise you it will get better. It will get easier. It ain't all roses, can't be sunny all the time. There will be days, that it just sucks. You just huff and puff and can't find any joy or satisfaction. That's just life. Moments like that make you all the more appreciative upon receipt of what you desire. It's keeps you humble, keeps you grounded. Sometimes you get mad because you are getting toooooooo much attention from any man who crosses your path. You wonder if you smell like you're in heat or something. Is there a target or bulls eye looming above you that you can't see. Sometimes it can be frustrated and overwhelming, you just want to be left alone like the celebrities...but every man within a 20 miles radius gravitates toward you like the paparazzi. So there has to be balance. You can be on fire 24/7 but your flame may not always be as big. Use the down time to bury yourself deeper in yourself. Surely there is something else you could be doing to better your already fabulous self. So get it, right away. You might just get what you what...being too busy to notice that you didn't have it.