When I was young I fell in love with a gorgeous man. He had muscles that bulged under his t-shirt and green eyes that left me breathless.
He was charming and witty, a deadly combination with those eyes and those muscles. There was no need for him to blow in my ear, I followed him anywhere.
Eventually I grew up and my charming witty prince lost his shine. He didn’t save his charisma for me but used it with every woman he met. I began to get a different view. Soon I recognized his wit for what it was.
This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is Witty.