She was a tall girl, long blonde hair and big brown eyes. I would have normally categorized her as the popular chick we all knew in high school, but she didn’t have that skinny model body type. She was full, I don’t know how else to say it, not fat, not muscular, not sporty, and just kind of full. Anyway, she came into my office, all bubbly and cute, to ask for my help. I didn’t think that there was much i could do but I offered. She met me later, wearing just jeans and a hoodie, in this little hole in the wall coffee joint she suggested. The funniest thing was when she pulled up; I could see her through the window. This bright yellow, 2-door hatchback focus parks right in the first spot. The black decaled flames popping out and the matching black and yellow leather racing seats inside were just too funny. To complete this outer pimpage of the little car, the head and taillights had both been switched out for the more European type with a little more flare. At this moment I knew I was in love, I mean come on what type of girl pimps out her focus?
Sometime, take a third person look at yourself and evaluate whether or not you like who you see...
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Interesting post. I'm assuming this is in reaction to the "Barbie Doll" poem? I love the voice that the narrator of "That Girl" uses. The voice actually reminds me of the narrator from "Cathedral" believe it or not! I guess there's just something about the bluntness, the honesty that I find appealing.
My question as a reader is this...I assume this is written about you from an outsider's perspective (the author's note at the end of the blog hinted toward this, at least). Is this something you wrote from your imagination; did you "interview" an outsider to get his opinion? I'm curious about how this piece came about...
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