Falling in Love Imelda Style

That day I was Imelda, and I know straight away we were perfect for each other. The moment I laid eyes on that handsome, sleek, funky, nice skin tone, fine good looks of a creation; my heart skipped a beat and I decided we compliment and suit each other nicely.  Our first meeting, happened smoothly. I immersed myself in the moment we were together. Then as I wave goodbye, I promise we will be together soon. I drove off with a big smile and could barely contain my excitement.

So the next day I was back at the usual rendezvous. Alas! another woman was enjoying what I was enjoying the day before. I was hyperventilating, what should I do?  But I was first in the scene.  They haven't notice me yet. I was watching them like a hawk.  Pretending to inspect something, I was watching their every move in my peripheral vision.

Then my moment of glory came, the woman that was my competition was distracted and let go. It's just appropriate that I claim what is rightfully mine.

While I settled the bill, I could feel the other woman's stare burning at my back.  I know then how the saying *if looks could kill* felt.  I just smiled and sashayed and my conquest in my arms.

Not too tall, and his name is not Jimmy, but perfect for me.

My latest conquest came home with me.  See for yourself! Imelda was rumoured to have more than 3,000 pairs.  :)