Queen Of Hearts...

While I was having my hair done at the hairdresser today, I found one my favorite magazines being past to me, you know, the one with all the pictures and gossips about famous people. Well anyway, flipping through the pages, I found yet another article about Queen Rania of Jordan. Ever since she became a Queen, this magazine has become obsessed with her which I can't blame them since she fits the part; she's pretty, elegant and basically..she's a Queen..so why not...makes sense!

As I stared hard at her pictures, my mind began to wonder off...isn't it amazing that this girl went to the same High School that I did! How weird is that! One day she's in your school and the next day...she's a Queen!

Of course rumors had it when she first became a Queen that she'd been dating a Kuwaiti boy before she got married. The stories went on to say that the boy wanted to marry her but his Mom hadn't approved...she was an "expatriate" afterall...a Palestinian class mate...his Mom had said the typical things..."she's after him to get the Kuwaiti nationality...she's a gold digger..etc...etc..etc..." We've all heard that typical mentality before...so I won't go there...Whether the boy started the rumor just because she became a Queen or whether it really is true is anybody's guess....but how amazing is it that this girl's fate had turned out this way...

What if she'd ended up getting married to the Kuwaiti boy and her Mother-In-Law kept looking down at her for not being Kuwaiti....What if she'd always felt an outsider because in Kuwait that's how we mostly treat expatriates..worse still...what if Queen Rania remembers Kuwait that way?!

Ironically enough, who would believe that one day she would come back to Kuwait but only to sit with Kuwait's Royal Family and be addressed as a Queen!!! Now how weird is that!

As I look at the pictures of her receiving yet another award for something else that she'd done that was fantastic...I can't help but wonder what her fate would've been if she'd ended up staying in Kuwait and never ended up being proposed to by the King of Jordan...

Well, if there's anything to learn from this...besides the fact that fairy tales do come true...is the irony of life...As far as I'm concerned Queen Rania does remember her childhood in Kuwait fondly...but then again maybe she's just being forgiving..afterall..she's received enough awards to prove that she's got a heart of gold just as all Queen of Hearts should have..and thank God for that!!....Can you just imagine being rejected for your nationality in one country then only to come back to the same country as a Queen...how would you be??!

Journal of Single Gal in Q8 - Episode Six

From last episode

"Their telephone conversation was coming to an end and he told her that he'd call her later. She needed her brain to stop over analyzing. She had to stop thinking about this particular subject. She needed some fresh air. She finally picked up the phone once again and dialed the number from the business card. This time there was no recording, it rang twice and she finally heard a voice saying "hello"....

"Is this Basil?" she asked."

It didn't take long for her to freeze after she spoke the words. What the hell was she doing? Why was she being so stupid? This was a new term for brain freeze! She'd lost all senses and her brain had turned to mush!

She heard him say "Yes, this is Basil," he sounded irritated, under pressured and above all an expatriate? Great! That's all she needed. An over worked, underpaid, unappreciated victim of fate. She always sympathized with the expatriate but still as hard as it was these were the rules "take it or leave it" and they knew that before they came here.

She understood what they meant when they spoke about the unfairness as businessmen to get 49% of the profit while the Kuwaitis got the 51% even though he "never came to the office". She also understood that the minute the Kuwaiti "partner" felt he wasn't happy with him he'd threaten to "kick him out of the country" and the feeling of insecurity was actually a way of life for them. She often tried to explain that "these were the rules" and living in this negativity only made their lives worse. She couldn't walk around feeling guilty for them, it was enough carrying Kuwait's issues than to have to carry the expatriate too. No. She definitely didn't need another expatriate in her life. The negativity of it all would kill her.

Finally she said "I'm sorry, I think I have the wrong number." What a genius, she thought to herself, you just asked if he was Basil and he said yes! She slapped her forehead and pretended to shoot herself. She needed to end this embarrassment and said "I'm really sorry, good bye".

What was the matter with her, she asked herself. According to the books, women with relationship problems had to have something related to her past. Maybe she needed to take a trip down memory lane. All the way back to her first love or did they call it Puppy Love?

She was thirteen when she'd first met her first love standing by his dirt bike outside her school. A Desert boy with hair and skin kissed by the sun and piercing eyes to make Omar Sharif blush. He was the equivalent of a Kuwaiti James Dean. Very different from the boys in her class. He was intriguing.

She remembered how she'd be attending her last class in school when she'd hear the sound of his dirt bike and her heart would skip a beat. As soon as the bell would ring, she'd rush outside wearing her school uniform and stand in the parking lot carrying her school bag as she admired his dirt bike. The dirty looks that the boys from her class would give her, only made her want him more. She knew what they thought. Why is she talking to the bad boy? He was a TK (typical Kuwaiti)! A Bedouin on a dirt bike. They didn't realize that the fact that he was different than them was what she liked about him. He attended local schools and his attitude was unique. He wasn't just another classmate from school.

It wasn't long when she'd finally had the courage to talk to him and they started their innocent relationship. They expressed their feelings to each other and a few months later, the most amazing thing happened. He grabbed his pen knife and carved her name on his wrist. It was a moment in time that she'd treasure for life.

Slowly, she began to have a stronger appreciation to the more traditional things around her. There she was in foreign schools being "cool" when all of a sudden, there he was teaching her about Gulf music while she'd been busy listening to Michael Jackson. Her love for Arabic music, Arabic poetry, Arabic perfume, henna, bakhour (incense), bird hunting in the desert, fishing in the Gulf, farming in Wafra, the taste of old Kuwait grew even stronger as she saw it through his eyes. She knew he'd done her a favor. He had turned her into a love of tradition and she liked that. He even teased her about her baby handwriting in Arabic and he showed her the beauty of his Arabic handwriting. It was all amazing.


The difficult part was finding places to meet him other than outside the school. Being a teenager without a car, the only way she was able to see him was at school parties. Her friends and classmates always looked at them as the weird couple. He would stand in the corner looking like the odd one out. He didn't dress like the boys from school and he'd huff and puff when they'd come over to her and kiss her hello. He couldn't understand that this was normal for kids from foreign school, try as she may, he just wouldn't see her point of view. They would argue.

"You think they look at you like you're their sister or like you're one of the boys," he'd say "but you're wrong. I'm a guy and I know how boys think. Even if they go to foreign schools. Boys will be boys." She would notice the pumping of his vein on his temple.

"It's not like that" she'd say defensively. "We've all been brought up together since kindergarten. You wouldn't understand unless you grew up that way too." In the end, he always ended up going home upset with her.

Somewhere in the middle things began to change. From the local kid that used to play with marbles in the neighborhood suddenly emerged a new side of him. His clothes began to change and he was slowly looking like her classmates. Soon, it was her standing in the corner as she watched the girls roam around him and make him smile. While she began to hate parties and find them boring he was now never wanting to miss one. He told her "What else is there to do in Kuwait?" How did the local boy suddenly turn into the playboy of the year? She couldn't comprehend.

The girls in her school now found an interest in him and the games they wanted to play didn't include her. As any young boy with high hormones, his interests changed from love to lust. The foreign girls could play games with him that she couldn't play. His infatuation with the traditional love of his life had now turned old fashioned. It was his turn to try to convince her to me more open minded. She knew then that she could never compete with the foreign girls. They were offering things that she couldn't deliver.

The irony began to sink in and she realized that she had created a monster. She'd shown him a world in Kuwait that he was innocent to and now there was no stopping him. He began to party hard, drink and smoke. Whatever happened to the boy next door she just couldn't understand. Her part was over.

In the end, he'd called one night after another party that she'd advised him not to to go to but he'd gone anyway and told her that he'd been unfaithful. The worse part was when he told her that some of the girls in her class had taken pictures and were planning to show it to her. It was a double stab to her heart and that was her first experience into what a "broken heart" felt like. The bitter sweet taste of love had made her sick and her biggest lesson was to know that her beautiful world could suddenly turn very ugly.

As she looked back at that moment in history, she could still feel the pain that she had felt when she first heard him say that he'd been unfaithful. Though time had healed and they had drifted apart they somehow managed to remain civil to each other. He never married and teased her about their "puppy love". He even confessed that there was no love after a "first love". She would roll her eyes and laugh. She felt nothing towards him except pity. He was a good kid gone bad and she somehow felt responsible for it.

Had this experience of deceit made her so confused about her love life? Was this history the reason why she didn't trust men? Although, she never liked bitter women who bitched about men all day long, even though she had been hurt by them herself, she still insisted that they were all not the same. Her optimistic side never gave up. The only thing that confused her was her wrong choices. Why did she chose someone that ended up hurting her? Was it a lesson she needed to learn? If so, did she learn it? She wasn't sure.

She smiled to herself. There was something nice that came out of her experience with her Puppy Love though and that was her introduction to the traditional things. It was funny. He taught her how to go back to her roots and she, sadly, taught him how to let them go. Something she was not proud of but it was too late. He had become one of the bad boys. He was history. A file stored in her memory cabinet at the back of her brain that she'd forgotten and now reopened for researches sake. Was it a right decision or did she need to remember how men did women wrong?

Back to her future, she recalled these memories as she drove her car after a long and busy day at work. This was always the case. If it was left to her, her busy life didn't require anything. It was only in those minutes by herself in her car that she'd think about the void. The void that she wanted to be filled by a special someone.

As she turned the corner heading home, she could see her old school and had to smile. The parking lot was filled with teenagers standing outside the school. Hard to believe that she was once one of them but it was another time, another life. A chapter closed. She sighed and whispered to herself "I hate growing up!"

Finally, she reached home and noticed a number of cars parked outside her house. "Strange," she thought, her mother hadn't told her that they were expecting any guests. What was going on and why did she feel nervous? "God, please don't ask me for something that I don't have the capacity to handle" she said to herself as
she entered the house.

To be continued...

Journal of a Single Gal in Q8 - Episode Five

From last episode...

"As she settled under her umbrella at the beach, she greeted the sea, "my best friend" she thought to herself. Looking at her bag she noticed the card. Should I call, should I not call, random thoughts kept running through her head. There was only one thing to do that would be able to distract her. She picked up the latest issue of Cosmopolitan from her bag and began to flip through the pages.

Sooner or later she will have to answer herself of whether she was to call or not but for now, Cosmopolitan was keeping her happy."

No sooner had she began to read an interesting article on "How To improve your Love Life" her telephone rang. It was Lolita.

"Whach ya doing hon?" she asked.

"Reading an article on how to improve my love life or should I say lack of! What's up with you?" she asked.

"I'm over at the swimming pool and I have a seat saved for you. Come and join me, you know I hate the beach!" she answered.

She still couldn't understand how anyone could love tanning but hate the beach! At any rate, she figured she'd had enough solitude for the day and it was time to socialize.

As she gathered her belongings and headed for the pool she could hear DJ Crow's music blasting away. She took a deep breath and hoped that his mood was better than last week "please no house music" she mumbled to herself.

She was reassured by the sound of good music, the type that one could actually dance to but much to her surprise, she noticed a group of girls gathering around the DJ and were actually dancing! They were wearing their bikinis and their tatoes as they danced away for the whole club's entertainment.

Although she appreciated their "I-COULDN'T-GIVE-A-DAMN" attitude, she still couldn't understand how the demography of Kuwait had changed so much. She admitted that she had mixed feelings about the whole thing. This was not something you could see happen a few years ago. Yes, the new generation had a world of their own and no one was going to mess with them "But what guts they had!" she thought.

Although she'd felt that she wanted Kuwait to give up some of its restrictions but dancing around the pool with a bikini was definately a bit too much. Adding to the scene was the drooling that the men were doing while staring at the girls. The predators were observing their prey. She was tempted to go up to one particular guy and close his mouth, he had it wide open but that would mean she'd have to touch him which was a grossem thought. Looking around, she smirked to herself, all of sudden most men around the pool were getting the sudden urge to itch! "Perverts!" she said.

Finally, she gave in to the feeling of disgust and headed to her friend and told her that she was leaving. She'd seen enough.

The next week had moved really fast. Her job was becoming more demanding everyday. She had been expecting that September was going to be busy but when it reached the point that she hardly had time to pee, it was getting to be frustrating.

By the time the weekend had arrived, she suddenly found herself sitting on her bed with the quiteness as she unconciously reached for the business card that she'd kept in her bag. She needed the excitement so she dialed the number and heard a recording "This number is no longer in service.". She couldn't stop laughing. Had she waited too long to call? Had it been a temporary number from the start? "Oh well" she thought. In a crazy way, she felt relief. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be, she concluded.

Her thoughts were interupted by the sound of the telephone. She knew who it was. It was her Mr. Big. This was always the case, whenever she found herself about to do something out of the ordinary, he'd call. It was like he felt it. She had no doubt that he was telepathically connected to her somehow and always knew something was up.

"Hi...listen.." he had the radio on. Mohammed Al-Jasmi was singing his famous song. He began to sing the words to her and she just listened. He had to have done something as cute as this, she thought to herself, typical! He knew her melting points. It was one of her favorite songs.

That was the trouble with her, she was a sucker for romance. She'd often blamed it on the fairytales that she'd watched as a child. It dawned on her one day when she'd past by her sister's house and found her neices watching Cinderalla. She was furious and told her sister that it wasn't right to have the kids watch it. Her sister just laughed and told her to take a chill pill! In the end, she found herself arguing about it in her head and wrote down her thoughts:

Too many movies on Love Conquering All
When I have kids, they can watch Hannibal
Cinderella a maid, no Prince nor ball
Plenty of lavish tears and a great steep fall

Bedtime stories shouldn't be Winnie the Pooh
They oughta be "Woman are from Venus & Men from Timbuktu"

Mind you, my kids can have their dreams
but only on "How to be a Millionaire" schemes

None of that Prince Charming mumbo jumbo
Just silly movies like Bambi or Dumbo

One is looking for its Mom, the other wants to fly
Perfect to share with kids and sure to make them cry

No more stories about Tarzan and Jane
why let them dream when it's all about pain

So spare the kids the agony in their little head
and stick to Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet...they both end up dead!

She was jolted back to reality by his next question. "How are your parents these days?" he asked. She thought it was a strange question. "What's that about?" she wondered. "They're fine," she answered.

"I hope they're not going to be travelling soon" he continued. She felt her stomach flip. "Why?" she asked. "Oh nothing" he replied. She could tell he was smiling when he said that. "They just got back so I don't expect they'll be going anywhere soon" she said. "Good" she heard him say, as her mind drifted away to other thoughts. Would he really actually propose? (Even though he knew that her Mom had rejected the idea a few years back?)

They'd been up and down this road before and she didn't think she had the energy to fight anymore. Come to think of it, lately she was beginning to think that being single was not such a bad thing. She had everything she needed. She had a good job, a family that loves her, plenty of friends, she could travel wherever she wanted, etc. In reality there were just a few key reasons that she should get married, one was to fill the void on those lonely nights (which lately weren't that many anyway) and two, to have kids.

Being an over worrier, she knew life would be tough. She'd smother her kids with worry. She actually imagined that she'd probably go with them to school just to make sure they were never bullied! It was silly but she knew herself. She was a worrier and it wasn't something that she could help. It wasn't easy being a "worse case scenario" person. She could just imagine the whole thing, first, she'd be pregnant and worry if the child had a defect or would be still born, once born, she'd worry if he'd be hit by a bus or run over by a car or have some fatal illness or just be be disappointed about love.

Yes, she felt pretty strong about not bringing children into the world so that she wouldn't see them be disappointed. In fact, she humbly admitted that she wasn't even sure if she could handle it! It may have felt bad to admit this but she appreciated the change in perspective. She used to just want to jump in and have kids without even considering the facts. Now, she's come to realise that it was a serious business and with her change of attitude she sensed that she was finally growing up.

She had to admit that if it wasn't for people's questions "Are you married?" or other comments, she really couldn't miss something that she'd never experienced. Her life was just fine the way it is, at least that's how she'd felt at that moment.

Then again, she asked herself, "if you really didn't want to get married, why then did you get butterflies in your stomach when he asked about your parents?" She knew the answer, for try as she may to say that she wasn't in love, in fact, she was deeply, deeply in love with him and he was the only person she'd consider marrying, if it wasn't for the obstacles. She needed a miracle and she needed it soon.

Their telephone conversation was coming to an end and he told her that he'd call her later. She needed her brain to stop over analyzing. She had to stop thinking about this particular subject. She needed some fresh air. She finally picked up the phone once again and dialled the number from the business card. This time there was no recording, it rang twice and she finally heard a voice saying "hello"....

"Is this Basil?" she asked.

To be continued...

TAGGED AGAIN!!!!!

Yes..I've been tagged by Petita darling....so here goes...


Last book you read: The Historian...got too scared so I couldn't finish it!

Last phone number you called: A business contact

Last show you watched on tv: The Insider (of course!)

Last thing you had to drink: Green Tea

Last thing you ate: Salad (bloody diet won't finish!)

Last time you cried: This morning..watching the news...the world just don't look pretty no more!

Last time you smiled: Right now...(it's a weekend!)

Last person you hugged: My Mommy

Last person you talked to on the phone: Best friend

Last thing you smelled: The bathroom at the office "YOU STINKA!"

Last cd you bought: "Allow Us to Be Frank"..Westlife singing Frank Sinatra songs

Last song you sang: FLY ME TO THE MOON..Let me sing among the stars...

Last thing you laughed at: Myself! I was trying to say Bush and ended up saying Buth!

What's in your cd player: The last CD I bought...duh!!

What time did you wake up today: 05:00 am....I'm a dawn girl!

Current favorite article of clothing: My Betty Boo pyjamas!

Favorite place to be: In my newly decorated pink and purple room!

Least favorite place: Hospital...ba3d el sharr

Do you believe in an afterlife: hhmmm...isn't one enough??!!

In heaven or hell: yeah

How tall are you: 5 4"

Current favorite word: You Stinka!

Favorite book: Mama Gena's Book on Womanly Arts

Random lyric: Though Nothing Can Bring Back the Hour of Spendor in the Grass, Glory In The Flower, We Will Grieve NOT, Rather Find Strength In What Remains Behind..

If I could do anything right now, I would be: A Queen Ruling a Kingdom

Are you a daredevil: Dunno..dare me...

Have you ever told a secret you swore you'd never tell: Oh my God..keep a secret..forget it!

Do looks matter: Uhu....

How do you release your anger: Meditate..

My second home is: My sister's home..

One thing I have that I wish I didn't: Carrying the world's problems on my shoulder

All you need is: LOVE Sweet LOVE!

Something I want but I don't really need: New Car, Laptop, my own place

Something I need but I don't really want: Settling down

*do you...*
drink? No

have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Is anybody ever gonna say Yes to this question..I'm curious,,,

have a dream that keeps coming back? Sure

believe there is life on other planets? No

read the newspapers: sadly..it's part of my job...yuck!

consider yourself tolerant of others? Na'ah

Off...I'm done...that took forever!! Ok...I'm tagging Samboose...Equalizer...and all those other cool people who post cute comments on my blog...:)

Journal of a Single Gal in Q8 - Episode Four

From last episode

"The next morning as she parked outside Starbuck's at the Palms, she suddenly realized that she'd been followed. She was so lost in thought throughout the whole drive that she hadn't even realized till now. She looked up in her rear view mirror and saw him get out of his car and head straight towards her.."

As she watched him approach, she noticed that he was carrying what looked like a business card. She guessed he was about to give her his number and looked very nervous about it. She liked that.

The last time she got followed by a stranger, the experience was a disaster. The man had the audacity to park right outside her home and demand she give him her number. She was so nervous that someone from the house would come out and cause a scene. She hated causing disruption to the household and getting her parents nervous every time she had to go out was the last thing she needed. She acted on impulse and quickly gave him the number then rushed to the house.

Two hours later he'd called and tried to sound less aggressive than when she'd first encountered him. In a low whisper he said hello and asked her how she was. She looked up to the ceiling and rolled her eyes. He spoke to her as though they were lovers for hundred years. She couldn't stand how fake he was and spoke back in a loud voice so that he'd stop the whispering.

Within the first five minutes, he spoke about how he had two houses, a number of cars outside his home and that he was well to do. The whole conversation was making her sick. She could feel the bile rising in her stomach as she slowly began to lose her patience. Ironic how for a country that survived on mere pearl diving, how did it end up becoming so superficial!

As she listened, she began to doodle on her notepad next to her phone, she was feeling rather bitter which brought out the creativity in her..

Here's a story I never have told
I was hoping to keep it till I grow old

I live in a country where oil is free
Where money falls right off the tree

There's a lot of secrets that I can tell
But people pretend that all is well

A child gets a car when he turns three
Just for sitting on his mother's knee

They give him everything he wishes for
Even before the age of four

And now he's eighteen and bored with his life
So he wakes in the morning and buys a wife

He thinks money can buy happiness
But all you get is loneliness

Now there's a rich woman that I knew of
Who wanted to buy some real love

The only guy that she could find
Was some poor man who was left behind

But when he couldn't buy her a Rolls Royce
She went insane and got a divorce

And here's a story of friend a of mine
Who wanted the wrong guy at the wrong time

Some religious reason they did say
"You marry him, there was no way"

So they forced her in another marriage
And now she has baby in the carriage

But she saw her lover almost everyday
Till she got caught and had to pay

In the small society that I live in
Rumours get around like a spin

The boys screw the girls at some challet
Promising them marriage the very next day

But when the girl calls to ask where he's been
He's off at his wedding at the Holiday Inn

The girl's future has been abused
They all want virgins, not one that's been used

So all you people who think you're so cool
You should know by now that God's no fool

For when it's dooms day and you're at the gate
You better start praying before it's too late..

As she read what she had written she wondered if she should stop listening to all the sad stories her girlfriends would tell her or at least not take them too much to heart. It was causing her to lose her optimism.

Finally, she realized that he'd stopped talking so decided to let him in on the fact that she didn't care much for material things and then asked him if he spoke English.

"I studied in Oxford" he said arrogantly. She knew that he was lying and was actually making fun. The fact that she didn't care for material things didn't seem to give her one ounce of credit on the contrary, he made it sound that it was too a ridiculous thing to believe. The fact that education was more important to her seemed to be quite silly to him.

He demanded that she speak to him in English. She thought that was funny. He was actually testing her! She guessed his ego was being insulted. How could two houses mean nothing to her! She wanted to end the conversation and was now trying to find the right approach to do just that without causing any ill feelings.

She began to speak to him in English and waited for his reply. He began to make fun of her and saying that she was speaking too fast. Tolerating him for one more second was going to be impossible so she told him "I'm sorry but I really don't think you're my type and I have to go" as she waited for his reaction. She had a feeling that it was about to get ugly.

"Not you're style!" he said sarcastically. "I told you that I have two houses and if you didn't like my sports BMW, I can afford a hundred more of these so what is it that you don't like. You can't even speak proper Arabic. It's broken Arabic!" his ugly side was definitely coming out and he was hitting it where it hurts.

It wasn't that she spoke broken Arabic, it was just that whenever she spoke to those that didn't speak English, she'd have a hard time not putting in words of English. She blamed foreign schools for that and with everybody around her speaking English, it was harder to not switch.

She finally told him that she had to go. The more he spoke, the more he sounded like a jerk.

"Can I tell you something but you won't get upset." He asked. "Sure" she answered. She should've known what was about to come.

His words were to ring in her ear for quite a while. "k$$ U#&$H."

He'd used the most foul language that only the dirtiest of scum's would use. Something related to her mother. It was a swear word that she never dared use and whenever she heard it, it always disgusted her.

She stood with her mouth wide open staring at the telephone with the dead line and the first thing she said to herself was "serves you right, my dear!" She should've known better than to have spent a moment talking to him. She had only done that so that no one would accuse her of being judgmental. She should've stuck to her first instinct that never failed her. He was scum.

A week later when her mobile rang and she recognized his number, she couldn't help but laugh. She was pretty sure that he'd said that to her on the hopes that she would call him back and give him a peace of her mind. The conversation was then somehow to turn into a passionate relationship after all the swear words were said. It was really pathetic. She knew most other girls would've called back and done just that but she definitely knew better. The last thing she was going to do was bother with the likes of him even if he'd used such foul language! Who cares, they were just words she told herself and she didn't want to waste her energy listening to another ugly conversation.

Now that she was parked outside Palms and this new person was approaching her, she could still feel the unease of the whole situation. She wished her last experience hadn't affected her so much.

In reality, she never could accept this procedure but they would often tell her "how else could you meet people". In her mind, if a relationship was to develop and they were one day to have kids, she often wondered what she would tell her kids "Yes, honey, Mommy was picked up by your Daddy on the streets!" it was not the best role model to play for her kids to say the least!

She noticed he was wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt as he finally reached her car and began to speak.

"I'm really sorry to bother you but if you need anything this is my card and again, sorry to bother you" his embarrassment was clearly showing.

She suddenly felt so sorry for him and didn't want to embarrass him anymore and so she took the card from his hands, smiled to him and told him that it was ok.

He rushed back to his car and drove off. She grabbed her gym bag and headed to the beach. She walked quickly. She didn't feel like seeing anybody that she knew. It was a Friday and she just wanted to be alone.

As she settled under her umbrella at the beach, she greeted the sea, "my best friend" she thought to herself. Looking at her bag she noticed the card. Should I call, should I not call, random thoughts kept running through her head. There was only one thing to do that would be able to distract her. She picked up the latest issue of Cosmopolitan from her bag and began to flip through the pages.

Sooner or later she will have to answer herself of whether she was to call or not but for now, Cosmopolitan was keeping her happy.

To be continued....