Saturday, July 30, 2011

The path I chose

Today's 100 words:

He had a ponytail. That was the first thing I noticed about him. This was back in the mid-nineties, when ponytails seemed cool and sexy--or maybe that was just my idea. He reminded me of a rocker, and I'd always been attracted to that type: the bad boy, the one all the women want, the one with the romantic eyes and sensuous lips. The one who would end up breaking my heart. I didn't know I'd be willing to give up so much for him: I changed; I hurt people I love.

I'd do it again.


  1. You just brought back memories of all the challenges I gave to myself on "getting" those bad boys! LOL. I ended up with a "nice" one somehow. Funny how that worked out. Loved reading this post! It made me smile :)

  2. I dunno why , but it made me think of the Robert Frost poem "The Road Not Taken" ... you'll always wonder about the other path ... nice post !

  3. L.J.: What is it about those bad boys? :)

    mish: I had the same thought when I wrote the title. In fact, I often have that thought--I'm always wondering about the many paths in life I didn't take. Thanks for your comment!

    Carolyn: Thank you!

  4. Oh, do I ever relate! My first boyfriend wore a long main throughout our relationship. I can't say such things turn me on now, but at the time? The dude ponytail really worked for me. So funny how a single item can have such an evocative response . . .

  5. deb: I have to admit that I'm still a sucker for long-haired rocker types. My husband is the exact opposite of that, though, so I'm kind of keeping this ponytail thing a secret. Shh... ;)