Mules

Sometimes I laugh at the Bridget Jones nature of how I got myself into unfulfilled promises of pleasure, simply by being open to life. Doing the research into what I like and don’t like wasn’t sitting around like a wafty tantric goddess or glamorous burlesque dancer, nibbling mangoes, wearing fluffy mules and waiting for some handsome yet inexpressively subtle warrior to show up. It’s more tawdry than that. While it might make for a good story, I wish I hadn’t had to find out the hard way.