I Wanna Be a Jazebel
Sandee (Comedy +)
Mimi, the Queen of Meme’s from Mimi Writes… tagged me to do the Jazebel meme. Then Lala @ What? Mermaids? tagged me with this meme. Then after checking my Google reader and finding over 500 unread posts, I noticed that Travis at Trav’s Thoughts tagged me too. For fear of some dreadful thing happening to me, I had better get with it.
This story is disguised as a meme. The Jezebel Meme. See bottom of post for details and tagees. “I Wanna Be a Jezebel”… (well, not really, but it’s the name of the meme.)
Oh what to wear, what to wear. I haven’t been out to a dance in years and I haven’t a clue what to wear, or whether I can even remember how to dance. I’m so nervous. Will he like me? I haven’t seen him in what, forty years? Has it really been that long? He was the hottest back then. All the girls wanted him and wow could he dance. I wonder.
Just then the phone rings and I nearly jump out of my skin. Oh sure, he’s calling to cancel. I just know it. I answer the phone to find out it’s a friend that wants to help me get ready for the dance. I just have to look hot. I just have to. We plan to meet at our favorite clothing store first thing in the morning. I’m thinking about that little black number. Well girls, you know the dress I’m talking about.
We shop and shop, but nothing looks right. Is it the extra pounds? Is it my age. Nothing seems to look good on me anymore. Finally we find the little black number, but it needs some alterations. It’s expensive, but I have to look my best. Add shoes, purse and jewelry and it’s very expensive. Let’s not forget the manicure, pedicure and hair. It didn’t used to be this difficult to go out.
The night finally arrives, and after forty years I get to see the man of my dreams 
and dance the night away. I arrive at the hotel as nervous as I can be. Will he recognize me? Will I be attractive to him? I take a deep breath and enter the bar. There are couples everywhere. Where is he? There are several men at the bar that appear to be without dates, but they are old, bald or balding, and fairly heavy. Could he have changed this much?
Finally I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turn around to find a handsome man who is tall, dark and very sexy. Tom I ask? No, he says, I’m to escort you to Tom. I follow this hunk to a more private area to find a portly, bald, very unattractive man. Could this be Tom? Yes, it’s Tom. I’m not dancing the night away with the love of my life afterall…
And now the rules for The Jezebel Meme. It’s simple. Tell us your favorite dance story and pass the groovy beat to five be-bopping bloggers. I tag the first five that want to participate. Let me know and I’ll add your link here.
Posted on: Friday, October 12, 2007 at 1:40 pm 
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