TITLE: Man Shy
GENRE: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Who’s the cat? Who’s the Mouse? Lady Prudella, Prudie to her friends is on an emotional roller coaster called Rexill. He’s a hunk and she hasn’t been living up to her nickname of late. He’s more dangerous than a Jimmy Choo sale….
June 21st this year was miserable. It was raining and bitterly cold. One of the coldest winters we’ve had. In fact, despite the dire warnings of Global Warming, they say it hasn’t been this bad since 1963. It was supposed to be a happy day.
I looked at the man beside me. Mr. Perfect.
Yes. Mr. Perfect. I can’t quite put a nail on it. What annoys me about him? Is he too perfect to be true? Do I feel there is a bubble set to bust some time? Is he a bubble gum that, when busted, gets stuck in one’s hair? And has to be surgically removed with scissors?
I’d been expecting the top hat to look absolutely ridiculous on this tall magnificent specimen of American cowboyity, but it didn’t. Quite the opposite. He was one hell of a chameleon. Even that’s annoying.
One would think that the Royal Enclosure at Ascot would be a Rexill-free zone but oh no. Not so. Not sexy Rexy. I’d made it quite clear to the Queen’s equerry that Rexill should not get a badge. That he absolutely was not fit to be admitted…
He currently was doubled over in laughter. He’d had too much to drink. They’d all had too much to drink and the jokes were hitting rock bottom. Even Daddy was caught up in this testosterone-joke filled jousting match. That was it. I’d had my last ‘fucking’. I left. Neither Rexill nor Daddy noticed.