Once upon a time in the strange land called
- Once upon a time in the strange land called Nujallah
- I was employed as a gentleman caller. My client had arrived--I said "Stall her! I have to finish my Oddawalla." I sipped on my superfood drink while i reclined in my chair to think
- . I had no idea how a gentleman caller was supposed to act. My forte was picking up chicks at bars, Occupy protests and NA meetings. I googled Mr. Darcy from "Pride and Prejudice"
- and only found images of Colin Firth. Searching for "gentleman" didn't help. She was expecting so much. I panicked, and then, inspired, I searched for "Magnificent Bastard" and
- quickly learned that my greatest threat to this evening was the unholy state of my eyebrows: fuzzy, ill-defined worms of hair-growth that threatened to overwhelm my boyishly good
- looks and baby blue eyes. It was time to tame the wilderness that was my eyebrows, and I knew just the person to do it. They called her the Wax Lady, and said she was the best at
- trimming up untidy hair.I stepped into her dark basement, for she did not have a proper salon.I never thought i would go to such trouble for beauty.
- But the hair was very ugly. When he got stucky on my feet I cried. My long and blak hair now was dead. I became a blonde and beautiful woman.
- izer. But I was chaste, I never even went so far as to share a kiss. I had a different date every other week. Also, I was not a woman, no matter how it may have sounded earlier!
- No, in fact, I had no outstanding genitalia of any kind! This was why I had to find a date every other week, you see. My chastity was brought on by default. I didn't learn virtue.
- Started
- 2012-05-08 07:57:17
- Finished
- 2012-08-02 12:11:23
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SlimWhitman Aug 04 2012 @ 17:17
I like the way it keeps it's voice even as it loses it's hair...