A tall brunette struts
along the edge of the pool.
Her floral cotton dress barely
restrains a well-tanned
boob job. With shades perched
at the base of a ponytail,
her blue eyes scan the crowd
for anyone taking the bait.
We make eye contact
for the briefest of moments
before I quickly turn away.
But her steely gaze
has already caught my
surreptitious peek,
and held in her smirk…
the truth I’m not her type.
