5:57 P.M.
I paid with debit card. She slid the card through the register and flipped it over to check the signature.
"It says C-I.D."
I whipped out my license and smiled.
She had an expression like she was impressed as she said, "Wow, you have changed so much. I look at this I.D. and I think, "Damn girl, you're hot!""
She smiled as she glanced at my picture just a little bit too long.
I was smiling when I had first handed her the license, but my smile slowly transformed into a frown.
She noticed my sad disposition and said, "It's not that you look bad now, but when I saw this photo I was thinking you resembled Brittany Spears just a bit and she's damn hot! You're still cute. I like the dark hair, it makes you look more mysterious, but the blonde gives you definite "Sex Kitten" potential"
She winked at me as she continued, "If ya know what I mean."
"It's just that the darker hair makes you look more "Take Charge", and less "Come Hither, or Here-Kitty-Kitty....""
I started to picture Brittany�s latest video.
I saw it just this morning when I flipped on the television for the dog.
(The dog seems to eat less toilet paper and junk when she's distracted by MTV. Animal planet holds her over for a bit, but there's something almost mesmerizing about music television.)
All day I thought about how I used to look and found myself questioning my appearance.
"Am I even attractive anymore?"
"Is this "take charge" look getting me what I want?"
"Do I want to be a "Sex Kitten"?"
I found myself starring at the wall and smiling.
That moment would have been ok, if Kaleb didn't walk up to ask me what I was doing.
"Kelly, you look so spaced out. What's on your mind?"
He smiled and I couldn't help but think about limo's and the kinky dreams I've been having...
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I drove home so tempted to call Suzie to see if she could work wonders with my image to cure my sour disposition.
It�s not that I feel ugly, but it sure would be nice to feel sexy for a change.
