The Curse I remember the time I sat next to her for two days. Right next to her. She was taking notes while I entered data directly into the laptop. Every once in a while I would lean over and look at her notes. Most of the time I was typing. The rest of the time I was looking at The Zit. It wasn't just any zit. It was The Zit. It was the size of an eraser head. It was green in the center and yellow around the edges. It was so ripe I knew that if her hair were long enough to touch It, It would just explode. I was entranced the entire first day.
It was on her neck directly under her ear. Right where your middle fingertip rests when you rest your head in your hand and tip your head to the left. I would just stare and rest my head in my hand, touching my neck in the very same place. I knew I was going to hell.
That night I tossed and turned. It haunted me in my dreams. I constantly felt my neck wishing upon wish that it were there so I could just execute It. It needed to be gone. I couldn't face another day of watching her neck.
The next morning we sat down in the same places. Immediately my eyes wandered to her hairline, below her ear. It was gone. In it's place was a little red hole. She had found it and banished the evil eye. In relief I felt my neck. My peace was immedately replaced by horror. I left my place at the table, grasping my way to the bathroom and tilted the left side of my face up to the mirror. There it was! The evil yellow eye with the green center. Directly under my left ear. If my hair were any longer it would brush against It and spray the mirror. I wasn't going to hell. I was there!!!
And the muse appears I had a wonderful visitor this weekend. I was spoiled rotten: truffles, brie, backrubs, footrubs, walks on the beach, and even storyhour. We were out for sushi when he smiles shyly and says, "So, I found your blog."
What???!
I never posted that I was single again, but then we all expected that to happen. I certainly haven't been very enteretaining as of late either. He could have read my angry traffic poems. Or my frustration in dating. He could have read that I entertain thoughts about sleeping with men I don't have a relationship with. He may have seen pictures of my very hot male friends. He could have read about my low self-esteem. Is there anything positive he could have found here????!
"....and your still here?" I asked.
