Well! We are all just window shopping so it seem. Why all these lies to once ear? Chase happines, dream. Realistic and sane dreams. Life is beautifu. All only got one. Let's play our cards. Right. I'm not stupid.

Naughty or nice?  I have been a good and classy gir This year. I hope to find a man that appreciates such. Needle in the haystac. 

I dream of him..I know that he's out there dreaming of me..

She sits there all by herself by the window in the dim light. The restaurant, French is packed with people laughing, eating dinner, crystal glas sings as they meet each other over the table. Chablis, Bordeau, Champagne hang on everyones lips. She's well dressed, black matte silk, vintage Dior. Classic, tailored, tight, elegant some what demure.  Madame, the waiter put the oyster platter infront of her, she smile a Mona Lisa smile but says nothing. She starts to enjoy her oysters from Normandy. One by one. Slowly and only with a splash of lemon. Her absolute favorite.  His eyes, dark, intense see's her through the restaurant. He really see her, her rare beauty, her grace, class but also her sadnes, her lonelines. She is frail but strong at the same time contrast a mixture of everything.  He watch her like a lion after a gazelle on the African savanna..He want her, he knows shes perfect for him..  

Today I feel princess!