Originally Posted by
Fezz
Jacqui, Jacqui, Jacqui...........................................life is way too short to have this as one of your goals!
The Expos sort of remind me of Prom Night!
They are surrounded by all sorts of tense and excited anticipation, you spend a whole pile of dough going to one, many times you are there with someone who was not your *first* choice, when you get there you are sort of put off and disappointed, you spend most of the time trying to capture and create the *Moment* that you had envisioned, most of the clammy handshakes and awkward hugs and smiles make you uneasy at best, the non-stop groping of others trying to get you to succumb to their advances make you feel like vomiting, you spin and recoil, the reality slowly sets in, time ticks away as you slowly realize that this wasn't all that you had envisioned! You feel the hot wave of disappointment overcome you! Somehow, you didn't *CONNECT* with those that you truly wanted to, you didn't have all of the fun and good times that you were led to believe that you were going to have, you end up leaving all alone, feeling used, cheap, and unfullfilled. You spend the next few weeks wondering why (and secretly wishing that you hadn't) gone in the first place. You start to hear whispers and giggles that you were *THAT ONE* who went to Expo, and that you were the one who filled your BigBoy Handbag with stale M&M's, laboratory engraved PD sticks, Progressive lens Wow-em-O-Ramas, multiple business cards of a whole host of potential suitors, and glitzy handouts! You were the *ONE*, that they all talked about!
You come to grips with the fact that you were used and toyed with. You cry, lament, and swear that you will never fall for something like that again!
Expo wasn't all that it was claimed to be!
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