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She couldn’t believe he was real
But there he was…
Chatting away with someone
Who was from his realm
Modern day aristocracy
The clothes, the very air around them
Screamed of wealth
Power
She squirmed in her seat
Her discomfort mounting
Feeling out of place
But what caught her eye
Wasn’t any of the trappings
No!
He was the flesh and blood embodiment
Of her wildest dreams
Her ideal man
Had JUST materialized before her eyes…

An older man
Early fifties
Suave
Confident
Black hair showing some white
Trimmed goatee
Sparkling white teeth
Which readily flashed 
In his tanned face
Eyes….blue?
She thought they MUST be blue
Everyone knew
She was partial to blue
What she kept to herself
Was the reason why...
Blue eyes brought back the memories
Of her childhood sweetheart
Whose eyes
The color of a clear blue sky
Had been seared into her heart and mind
Along with her first kiss

This man standing so close
Had one hand in his pocket
White linen shirt
Blue jeans 
He took a sip of his drink
Then was enveloped in the embrace
Of a woman...
Exaggerated breasts
Pouty lips
High cheekbones
Reeking of plastic surgery
Short skirt
Flashy bronzed legs
She felt sick to the core
But she couldn’t look away
He was a piece of heaven
That had been cut out 
By unseen hands 
And placed on this very spot 

Then…mid-sentence
He looked her way
Straight into her eyes
And then....he smiled
He lifted his champagne glass to her
Everyone around him turned to stare
Ashamed, she looked away
Berating herself for gawking
For letting her admiration show
She had to get away..

This was her niece’s graduation party
Her brother was well to do
Well known in the world of academia
A professor in THE most prestigious university
Well versed and confident in this atmosphere
He and his wife fit right in

She had begged off
But how could she say no to her beloved niece?
So here she was
Uncomfortable and unsure of herself
“Who cares?”
She always talked to herself when she was nervous...
“He was just teasing you for staring.
Well, I’ll show these snobby rich people
That I don’t give a damn….
I don’t care if my clothes aren't top of the line
Or that I’m not another one of some plastic surgeon’s
Cookie cutter perfect women
I’m not in their league
So, I’m NOT going to try to impress
Just going to celebrate being me….
A forty something woman
Unlucky in love
Simple and plain
But with a heart that will put any of them to shame…
Watch me strut!”

Eileen Manassian Ghali
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