Revolution
I write this from my Blackberry as I am sat in the ‘Revolution’ bar in Leeds. I have two bottles of rose champagne sat in a bucket of ice as I await the arrival of my two best, and single, friends.
Tonight I am tingling with anticipation. With Richard and I agreeing to a non-exclusive arrangement while he is in Canada, I’m been exhilarated by the taste of freedom. The unknown is beckoning to me, an insistent urgent refrain that’s calling me to “Come see! Come see!” what the single life has to show me.
The excitement puts an eager stride in my step and I throw my shoulders back, pushing my breasts out, knowing that men I pass are glancing my way. I challenge them with my eyes “What do you have for me?”.