December 1998 / Volume One / Issue Three | |||||||||
Carly Sachs | |||||||||
Dream Girls I want to be one of those sultry girls. You know, the ones that wear hip-huggers and wire rimmed glasses. The ones who dance as if the music was their own secret language that only they could understand. One of those trendy girls that knows just how to hold a cigarette and wiggle her ass at the same time so that all the men will respectfully lust after her, buy her foreign beer and ask her what her dreams are. I want to be able to say that I too would like to see the world, write poetry in the beds of strange lovers and know where all the good sushi restaurants are. But I can't quote dead philosophers and I don't even like cooked fish. Still I want to be one of those assertive chicks who can say charge it and mean it. You know, the kind who have the right shoes for every outfit and a black book the size of the New York Yellow Pages. The ones who always have the perfect date for art exhibitions and symphonies, who receive anonymous bouquets of roses during lunch hour and come home to apartments with wooden floors and impressionist art. I want to be able to make good stir fry sip wine when I take a bubble bath like those beautiful girls who can wear a robe like a slinky black cocktail dress and suck a dick like a parched beggar. |
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