I thought she was American,
I really don’t know why.
Her frame was large,
shapely.
Her purple vintage coat,
fell over her knees
in neatly pleated frills,
Vibrant, dazzling.
Her heel was ladylike
Her hair elegantly, gently,
pulled
to the back of her head.
Her smile was wide, flamboyant.
When she opened her mouth,
her Liverpudlian syllables filled every corner of the room,
and a small stone of disappointment
dropped in my chest,
with a muffled plop.
I thought she was American.
How stereotypical am I?
Why the disappointment?
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Because I thought she was American, from her manner and her smile and her wide, welcoming personality; when really she was from Liverpool! I guess I was disappointed in myself for assuming π
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Oh phew, I thought the disappointment came from the fact that she was not American. Pardon the misinterpretation. Every country have a fair share of enchanting women.
My best wishes, poet.
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You’re absolutely right, every country does have its fair share of enchanting ladies! Thank you very much. π
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A soft reminder that we all have our stereotypical tendencies…not all of which are terribly awful.
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Although some are, haha, yes you’re right, we all judge others in some way or other! π Thank you so much for stopping by.
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Lovely write about not being stereo typical. Clever and subtle message. Well done.
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Thank you so much for stopping by and for commenting π
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My pleasure
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As an American, this cracked me up since I dress in old frumpy clothes and sneakers. I think of the French as exceptionally stylish. Ha ha. Just gotta laugh. People are people everywhere.
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Hahaha, yes, you’re right, people are people everywhere! π Thanks for stopping by.
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