“Well, how do I look?” she asked. She had a hopeful smile on her face.
“Huh?” he was at a loss for words.
He was not used to judging people. He was certainly not used to judging people by their looks. Never before had he been subject to such a dilemma.
“How do I look?” she repeated eagerly.
“Different,” he tried to be diplomatic.
In fact, she looked unfamiliar. It had taken him nearly three whole minutes to recognize her.
“What do you mean ‘different’?” she pouted her lips.
“Different... What happened to your hair?”
“I had it done!” she beamed with pride.
“Done?” he was confused.
“Yeah, at the parlor! Hasn’t she done a great job?”
“She has destroyed your hair!”
He never understood why she did that. She woke up in the morning looking naturally gorgeous. She blinked at her angelic reflection in her favorite oval mirror. Then she went over to that frightful place and got herself ‘done’, although he never understood what that word meant in women’s parlance. She returned, poorer by about 300 bucks, looking strikingly similar to the stupid hag who had ‘done’ her. And she asked him how she looked.
“You looked a million times more beautiful when I saw you this morning,” he said, believing every word of it.
“You are such a heartless jerk!” she snapped back at him.
They wonder why he is lonely. He is lonely because she went and married the first gentleman who lied to her.
Disclaimer: All characters and circumstances portrayed in the above composition are factual. The similarity to any person or persons, living or dead, is intentional. The intensity is all mine.