Wednesday, Jun. 29, 2005 - 10:34 a.m.
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I found myself staring at the picture that had been e-mailed to me months earlier. And not just one picture, there were two other ones that followed. She looked odly out of place in the bathroom picture.
She stood in front of the shower with a towel wrapped around her diagnally so her breasts and her neatly shaved honey-pot showed. She was fairly small breasted but having a petite body like hers small breasts suited her, just like her short dyed hair.
Her hair was wet and as for the rest of her body...well, indeed the towel wasn't quite doing its job that day.
The second picture was my favorite. It was a picture of the same girl from the bathroom lying on her bed, and it seems she had gotten the camera and had aimed it at her hand as it was reaching inside her panties. Her thumb stayed outside while the other fingers discretely "searched the perimeter".
On her right hand was a bracelet made out of hemp with beads in the typical gay color parade...red, orange, yellow, green, blue and violet. I found myself staring more at the fact that her thumb showed she had short nails and wasn't planning on growing them either.
Then I started thinking, how sad is this? Someone had sent me nude pictures of themselves to "remember" them by and all I kept on thinking was about her short nails and how that somehow meant she wasn't willing to commit to just one girl, and that "change" wasn't a word in her vocabulary that made much sense to her; and how difficult it would be to want to go out one night with her and want her to dress up and how she'd have a fit because she felt more "comfortable" in paper-thin pants, sandals and a t-shirt. All I could hear was her saying, "I told you from the start, Violet, I wasn't going to change for anyone", blah, blah, blah.
I guess maybe it's for the better that I've never told her that about her pictures. Or maybe I did, somehow.
Although, I don't think, 'My oh my' translates to everything I just mentioned.
(6-29-05)
