The kiss was out of character. Thinking about it afterwards, Serett felt as though it was someone else’s moment she was remembering, as though she’d slipped into the body of a woman driven by impulse, and was taking this wild stranger’s mind for a joy ride.
Melissa is a girl with a big heart. She likes to make things. She loves dogs, especially her own. Pickles are her favourite food. Nachos come in second. She likes drinking wine and meeting new people. She talks a lot or not at all. She is trying to reinvent herself, her life and a past she “completely screwed up.” Melissa has an etsy shop that is on hold for now, but she hopes to get back to Bows & Branches some day. For now, Just Little Bits is her blog so check it out!
The salon smells like Italian flowers on a fresh mountainside, where grapes grow in vines and the sun shines on high peaked crags of ancient rock. If they could turn this fragrance into a perfume Single Girl would wear it every day for a more vivacious life. Her days are less in bloom lately, more comprised of wet floundering, at least until she is able to fall on the couch while the low-slung sun slips down over the side of the earth, and the hypnotic rays of the TV lull her to a mediocre stupor of comfortable numbness. This is life at the moment, not happy, not sad, just existing. She blames the winter doldrums.
There was a drought. An absence of companionship that sunk in after a fun but short-lived fling with a photographer, which I’d ruined by yelling at him for not calling me in over a week. “This was behaviour he wasn’t willing to tolerate,” he’d told me, rather fairly, before hanging up. I was confused, since I’d managed to convince myself I was never one to get caught up in neurosis over guys. At least, guys I wasn’t serious about. I blame my lack of reason at that time to the weird world of drugs, drinking and anarchic pseudo-hipster culture that was consuming my days on the East Side and inflating my sense of self-righteousness.