unplanned derision

September 19, 2013 Posted by the writer

unplanned derision

I found a license on the ground. Her name was Miranda Moore. I thought that sounded so glamorous, like Marilyn Monroe.

I immediately began to weigh myself up next to Miranda, all 5 foot 11 inches of her. She’s probably a model. Brown hair. Hazel eyes.

Miranda lives in the East Village. I assume she does yoga at one of those trendy free places you hear people talk about in the alphabet city cafes where Miranda drinks fruit smoothies.IMG_6451

Miranda would think that I am so square because I work on Wall Street and wear stilettos to board meetings instead of the Bahamas. As if I would ever go there.

I assume she has an aromatherapy blog and wears her long hair in a pony tail with one of those colorful headbands when she works out at Crunch every day. 30 minutes treadmill. 45 floor work.

I bet she reads Eckhart Tolle books while she eats vegan food in China Town.

It’s not that I hold anything against Miranda. I think it’s great she never misses a family reunion and drives an electric car when she’s not cycling everywhere. Always wearing a helmet. Safety first.

According to Miranda Moore’s birthday, she is a water sign. Like you. You are a water sign. I wonder if the two of you are the same. I wonder if Miranda falls emotionally apart at the sounds of Liebestraum.

I think we did that once. Miranda could never pull that off.

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