It's Their Turn
She couldn’t have been more than 35 if that.
A white strapless sheath dress hugged her tall, slender frame. Her skin was bronzed from the sun. A beauty like Catherine Zeta Jones.
I stared at her and my heart sank. I was jealous. Truly jealous. And I didn’t like that feeling… at all.
I remember the days when heads would turn when I entered a room. How men would whistle at me when I walked down the city streets of Manhattan. Those days are gone.
These days, the only man that gets up close and personal as he stares into my eyes is my ophthalmologist.
A white strapless sheath dress hugged her tall, slender frame. Her skin was bronzed from the sun. A beauty like Catherine Zeta Jones.
I stared at her and my heart sank. I was jealous. Truly jealous. And I didn’t like that feeling… at all.
I remember the days when heads would turn when I entered a room. How men would whistle at me when I walked down the city streets of Manhattan. Those days are gone.
These days, the only man that gets up close and personal as he stares into my eyes is my ophthalmologist.