Dark Diary of Miss Red Lantern

Important note to myself:
Never trust dearest friends who mean well and want to fix you up with anything in pants.

July 12> Love life? What is that? My love life is nothing more than a lurid imagination. Now after numerous coffee cups and ashtrays spilling over, I decide to accept their offers. You see, they want to fix me up. We spend two hours discussing men. Or rather the mean I would want to have. There is so much laughter, giggles and finally I relent. I am already at my lowest point, what difference does it make?

July 13> Self-respect has gone out of the window. I agreed. No, I think not. Oh alright. I will go out with him. Eileen has just fixed me up with this great man.

July 14> I have just gotten off the phone. I am tired. Eileen just told me that my great fix-up is a widower with two kids. I screamed over the phone. Anyway, I reluctantly agree to try it out, since she says he works out, looks great and is a great kisser. That's worth one evening.

July 15> Eileen passes me more details. His CV seems to improve by the minute. He's not only a looker. But has brains and money as well. Hmmm.....

July 16> I am all excited. The day has arrived. Eileen has even picked the place. She has good taste and knows the right location. I spent the last few days thinking oof what to wear. The camisole and jeans looked good. Hell, I looked good. But not suitable for dinner. Dinner dress. Dinner dress...? After some frantic calls and reassurances from the girls, I am playing it safe with the black number. The one i wore to the funeral. It will do. The plunging neckline always worked. Ruby red lipstick. Check. Cracker red nail polish. Check. And the Gucci clutch bag. Check.