Write a brief scene including the words 'chance', 'urban', and 'entertain'.
I watched her. I caught a glimpse of
her walking in my favorite cliché bar that I frequent. You know,
the type of bar that's acceptable when you are a lucky bachelor of 35
with no visible baggage. The type of men other men pretend not to
hate. Men are not yet wise enough to not be green. I am very
intuitive they say.
I watched her. I saw her. I observed
that slight beauty. I wrote up my own silly little screen play in my
head while I sipped my vodka tonic. Boring, yet clean, just like the
drink. Just like me.
Her life was once simply fabulous. I can tell
by the figure she still carries and the carefully applied makeup on
her spotless face. She's shopping at Anne Taylor and wearing, quite
possibly, an exact replica of a plastic models outfit. Boring,
boring, boring. Of course I'm still intrigued. My mind goes on. My brows
go up, brows go down. I am vain enough to think that she's watching
too. I'm wrong. She's not.
Her life has turned into this urban
chic nightmare when she goes out if you're wise enough to pay attetion. Tragic, if you will.
She's probably a divorcee, 3 kids, mini mansion, slight substance
abuse problem, my mind goes on and on and on.
There is a tremendous beauty there, a flower ready to bloom the second time around, which means she will most definitely not give me a chance. However,
my brain does dare to entertain the mere thought of rescuing this
tragic woman and turning her life around. I have the means to do it,
you know. I want this woman. I will have her. I want her forever.
That woman is me.
