Mirror, mirror on the wall who’s the fairest of them all….or who’s the true bronzed goddess.

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Mirror, mirror on the wall who’s the fairest of them all….or who’s the true bronzed goddess..

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He’s not that into you

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Our eyes meet across the room,
He looks my way and grins,
My heart skips a beat,
He comes over and whispers in my ear,
I think I’m in love.

He promises to call everyday,
Days pass and all I get is a one word message,
Maybe he’s lost for words or doesn’t want to say too much,
I’m left confused and wonder if it was lust and not love.

Our brief meeting is all set in a fancy restaurant,
I spend hours getting ready, combing my hair, picking an outfit and looking my best,
My phone beeps and my heart skips a beat,
I glance at my phone wondering what lovely message he’s written,
I feel rage and anger come over me as I read the brief message,
Sorry I can’t see you…
Our romantic date is no more
I sit and stare at the wall, wondering what I did wrong,
I come to the conclusion that he’s not that into me…