beyond the pale

As a single woman in London, i am part of a very special minority that elicits sympathetic expressions and general condolences, on answering the very frequent question from attached women of, 'So....are YOU seeing anyone at the moment?'
My response validates their choices, no doubt they hurry home to their partner, thankful that they don't have to die a lonely old cat lady.

I head out to the tube station, looking down, my feet are clad in wicked, long black suede boots, the pointiest toe, the spikiest heel. They are truly fierce. And i shall be made to suffer for their beauty with every slowed down, contorted step i take. On the train, i find myself eyeing other women's flat cushioned shoes lustily.

The bus reeks of charity shop. But the stinky warm is better than the rainy cold for a minute. If Spring is in sight, i certainly can't see it. I desensitize myself, hood up, my peripheral vision is lost, iPod earphones muting outside noise. Almost home, i notice the smell has gone, along with the man in the corner. Wow. Potent.

Listening to...My Declaration---Tom Baxter
Thinking.......how it sums me up exactly at this point in time
Realizing.......I can't drink cheap alcoholic concoctions just because they're free