Way back in 1990, I did a little stint as a commercial girl.
I had on way too much makeup, way too much hair product, and waay too small a black dress.
But....it worked.
I got a hot little red car to boot.
This red car....a little red Toyota sports car.....was an extension of my personality.
I named her, Hades.
After all, I was "Hell on wheels"...
Now...I am going to be 38 in just a few days.
I am getting divorced from someone I thought was the love of my life, and someone I foolishly thought and believed what he said was true....that he'd be there, always.
Big. Fat. Liar.
Chickensh*t.
6'5" overgrown bratty child.
Well....payback, as they say- is a bitch.
I've lost a buncha' weight....I get asked out quite often (which is feeling pretty good about now) and somehow with the weight disappearing off the baby belly, hips and butt...my boobs haven't gone anywhere.
So I bought a few pairs of 3-4 inch high heels, and as the guy at the gas station in Denver said when I popped out of the very hot rental car the WONDERFUL boys at Enterprise got me...
With the boobs, the heels and the full on wood-dash and leather seats....I got a full fledged;
"WHOA, baby."
From a white guy. A 30-something white guy.
Yay.
Now...the icing on the cake.
I got another red sports car....and accordingly as I was a semi-teen-twenty something last time.....and it was just a 4CYL cutie-pie with no real guts (much like it's owner) this little red sports car fits a 38 year old Hellcat....as it has turbo and will most readily turn some heads along with it's driver. :)
With the job interviews I have in the hopper......and the things I'm doing for MYSELF now.....
I feel good, look even better....and hot damn....this is FUN.
Life as a Hellcat...rocks. :)
I had on way too much makeup, way too much hair product, and waay too small a black dress.
But....it worked.
I got a hot little red car to boot.
This red car....a little red Toyota sports car.....was an extension of my personality.
I named her, Hades.
After all, I was "Hell on wheels"...
Now...I am going to be 38 in just a few days.
I am getting divorced from someone I thought was the love of my life, and someone I foolishly thought and believed what he said was true....that he'd be there, always.
Big. Fat. Liar.
Chickensh*t.
6'5" overgrown bratty child.
Well....payback, as they say- is a bitch.
I've lost a buncha' weight....I get asked out quite often (which is feeling pretty good about now) and somehow with the weight disappearing off the baby belly, hips and butt...my boobs haven't gone anywhere.
So I bought a few pairs of 3-4 inch high heels, and as the guy at the gas station in Denver said when I popped out of the very hot rental car the WONDERFUL boys at Enterprise got me...
With the boobs, the heels and the full on wood-dash and leather seats....I got a full fledged;
"WHOA, baby."
From a white guy. A 30-something white guy.
Yay.
Now...the icing on the cake.
I got another red sports car....and accordingly as I was a semi-teen-twenty something last time.....and it was just a 4CYL cutie-pie with no real guts (much like it's owner) this little red sports car fits a 38 year old Hellcat....as it has turbo and will most readily turn some heads along with it's driver. :)
With the job interviews I have in the hopper......and the things I'm doing for MYSELF now.....
I feel good, look even better....and hot damn....this is FUN.
Life as a Hellcat...rocks. :)
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