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There she stood as usual on the far side of the pub Joe Montana Jersey , an area only lit by the gentle flickering of candles. Who is this mystery woman who appears every Friday evening, only to disappear into the shadows of the night just before closing time?

She was the only reason I came to this dingy pub week after week. Each time hoping that this would be the night when I would finally pluck up enough courage to introduce myself to her.

My self confidence had taken a battering over the last few years. But now it was steadily growing stronger, The light at the end of the tunnel was no longer an oncoming train.

During those occasions when our fleeting glances crossed paths, my heart raced as a tidal wave of excitement and longing flowed throughout my body.

I looked at my watch it was 22:45 the pub would be closing soon Reuben Foster Jersey , it is now or never I said to myself. I took a deep breath and started walking over to her, rehearsing in my mind what I was going to say. Suddenly a bright light pulled me out of my trance and a distant voice shouted, Time to drink up ladies and gentlemen.

I looked into the place where she had been standing, the gentle glow of candles had been extinguished by the bright light of electric bulbs. She had gone! I kicked myself for being to slow. Once again Jaquiski Tartt Jersey , my Cinderella had left the ball before 11 and I glanced at the ground almost expecting to see a glass slipper.

She felt a sigh of relief as she stepped into the brisk cold night. She hated the bright lights. She felt secure in the dark shadows. I m just like a modern day vampire she thought as she sadly walked home.

She switched on the light and dimmed it to a murky glow. She walked over to her dressing table where the mirror seemed to gloat at her in disgust. She sat down and stared into it, hating what she saw and began the nightly ritual of stripping off the layers of makeup that attempted to conceal her acne.

She reached into the drawer which revealed an overwhelming collection of tubes and bottles of various acne treatments that worked so well when she was a teenager. But now years later for some unexplained reason her acne had returned and these brands no longer worked. Why don t they? She angrily thought as she slipped into bed.

She cried herself to sleep and drifted into the same dream that she had every night. In her dream she saw the mystery man in the pub gently caressing her soft silky cheeks as she tasted his sweet breath as he kissed her lips. She felt so secure in his warm embrace, a wonderful happiness only to be destroyed by the alarm clock.

During the night more spots had broken out, she new that these were caused by her make up Arik Armstead Jersey , but without it she would be to self conscious to leave her apartment ? a miserable catch 22 situation.

Who knows, my skin my be better before next Friday, a positive thought that lasted only a fraction of a second as she prepared herself to face another miserable day.

To be continued...