And The Party Ended

I would have loved to write about the party, but I have something that is more pressing to me at the moment than the party itself - so I shall write about that instead.

After the last guest had cleared out, I sank into the couch yawning delicately as I flipped my blond hair back. "Christ in heaven!", I sighed looking at the guy I had played hostess to for the night. He still looked as fresh as he did the moment he walked into my door. (I swear to god, if I hadn't met him, I'd be out on the streets finding him, I'd be walking down every avenue finding so that I could just sit right where I was sitting staring into his handsome face and "loving" him the best I can.

"You are beautiful, you know", he said in that bland unflappable way that made it difficult to reconcile his two different personalities in and out of bed...suddenly I hated him. Doesn't make sense I hear you say...she loved him a minute ago and now she hates him...well, I can assure you that this happens to everyone sometimes, besides I don't ever feel the need to justify how I feel - I'm a Mercedes after all.

Idle conversation for a couple more minutes and he goes off to my kitchen to make himself coffee. He is the most difficult man on earth; even my maid (the most reliable and efficient of all maids on the planet) finds it difficult to please this man.

Watching him idly stroll out with a cuppa in hand and not a thought, not a question about my wanting some coffee or anything else after pulling off this highly dangerous venture of holding a big "do" for a married, internationally famous man with the most brilliant minds and still keep this out of the papers and away from "other people"!!!

I rose from my lounging position in one seamless motion, snatched the coffee out of his hand and spilled it all over him. His face froze, his nostrils flared as he fought for control.

Standing right in front of him daring him to do anything more than just breath in and out deeply, I was satisfied when he said in his most normal voice, "I think we should carry on this conversation in your bedroom away from prying eyes".

Then we got to the room, he stripped as he walked in draping his clothes carefully on the back of the chair, I disrobed quickly and joined him in bed...and he couldn't get it up!!!!!!!

Is the Mercedes a bit rusty or did the Mercedes miscalculate? I hope to god that his not being able to get it up was entirely due to his own problems...

Bottom line is this, I behaved like a skank, whore, bitch today...once the party was over I pulled on this mask of ghetto chic and I just have to tell "y'all", I hated it. I felt like a cheap fiat today.