A little bit about Penny ( my imaginary ex-girlfriend)...
I feel like I've known Penny all of my life. I can't remember the first time I met her. I guess we had just been around each other for so long, and never really noticed each other. One day, things just clicked and we started hanging around and getting closer to one another. Oh gods, is she beautiful. One of the first things I noticed about her was that incredible smile that could make all of my problems go away. There always seemed to be a twinkle in her eye, no matter what setting or mood she was in. I can't think of how many times she would pull me out of whatever crappy mood I was in, and just turn me around. Oh, she had the dimples to go along with that smile too. The cutest thing you ever did see.
Ah, her hair! Long red and copper hair. She used to love to tell the story of her mother naming her after seeing that full head of reddish-copper hair when she was born. It made her mother and father think of a penny, and there you go. I met her parents a few times. They are a wonderful couple. Fun and loving, just like their daughter.
Penny loved to dance too. With her being 6 feet tall, I had to look up slightly when we moved on the dance floor. God could that woman dance. ( I hate speaking in the past tense about her, but she's made it pretty clear that she wants me out of her life, and who am I to argue) Speaking of her height, she was a little taller than me. I always wished I could be taller. So she could feel like she was with a real man. (Hah, inadequacy issues much?) I won't even go there.
She had the sweetest voice. I remember us talking for hours and hours about whatever happened to tickle our fancy. I don't think there was a single thing that Penny didn't know at least a little something about. She was the smartest person that I have ever met. But she didn't flaunt it. She was just Penny. Heh, and that's saying a lot! If we weren't talking, we would listen to music often. She liked some of everything. Mostly she was partial to rap and hip hop. She loved anything with a good beat that she could dance to, as well. And boy could she dance! When we went to clubs I would often just sit back and be dazzled by her moves. The woman was something to see.
Argh. I have rambled enough. Thanks for letting me bend your ear for a bit. I just needed to get a little bit of the weight off my heart. It still hurts more than I care to admit. I won't even try to call her. I'm resigning myself to the fact it is over. I don't know what I'll do when I see her from now on. I just have to hope that I don't. It's painful enough as it is. I probably won't even say anything if I do see her. It would hurt too much. Heh, that does sound pretty stupid. But stupid is as stupid does, I guess. Anyway, it's time to wrap this up. Thank you again, and have a good night.
Ah, her hair! Long red and copper hair. She used to love to tell the story of her mother naming her after seeing that full head of reddish-copper hair when she was born. It made her mother and father think of a penny, and there you go. I met her parents a few times. They are a wonderful couple. Fun and loving, just like their daughter.
Penny loved to dance too. With her being 6 feet tall, I had to look up slightly when we moved on the dance floor. God could that woman dance. ( I hate speaking in the past tense about her, but she's made it pretty clear that she wants me out of her life, and who am I to argue) Speaking of her height, she was a little taller than me. I always wished I could be taller. So she could feel like she was with a real man. (Hah, inadequacy issues much?) I won't even go there.
She had the sweetest voice. I remember us talking for hours and hours about whatever happened to tickle our fancy. I don't think there was a single thing that Penny didn't know at least a little something about. She was the smartest person that I have ever met. But she didn't flaunt it. She was just Penny. Heh, and that's saying a lot! If we weren't talking, we would listen to music often. She liked some of everything. Mostly she was partial to rap and hip hop. She loved anything with a good beat that she could dance to, as well. And boy could she dance! When we went to clubs I would often just sit back and be dazzled by her moves. The woman was something to see.
Argh. I have rambled enough. Thanks for letting me bend your ear for a bit. I just needed to get a little bit of the weight off my heart. It still hurts more than I care to admit. I won't even try to call her. I'm resigning myself to the fact it is over. I don't know what I'll do when I see her from now on. I just have to hope that I don't. It's painful enough as it is. I probably won't even say anything if I do see her. It would hurt too much. Heh, that does sound pretty stupid. But stupid is as stupid does, I guess. Anyway, it's time to wrap this up. Thank you again, and have a good night.