I finally saw him at a party last night br It's been 3 months since he's out of my life br So short, so petit, so old for my taste br yet so heartlessly he had me erased. br br He's about eight inches shorter than me br And the shoes I had on had 3-inch heels br We are an odd couple, you have to agree br None of his features match my ideals br br He's about twenty years older than me br My god, in my eyes he looked like a giant br I think he is only five foot three br Why did I have to be so compliant? br br His Welsh accent was absolutely sexy br His humor and wit were sharp as a razor br I loved his tatoos, his earings and his dog Lexie, br his look that intense and bright as a laser. br br I saw him again and I felt it inside br His rejection had hurt me, I had cried and died, br How needy and stupid I'd been I realized br I had him in my head totally idealized br br My eyes were searching for him in the room br I wanted to look at him long, to stare br To ask him why he put me in such gloom br How could he do that, how did he dare br br I looked in the mirror instead; I looked good! br All men in the party had circled around br Trying to talk to me, to flirt all they could br My shortie was now not making a sound br br I decided to stay with the guys and chat br I laughed, I giggled, I was a naughty brat br I drank, I smoked, I danced, I had fun br I was a hun, not a nun, and I liked to pun. br br I left the party with a smile on my face br Could it be I was finally setting the pace br for a life so free of this painful rejection? br Maybe I didn't have to ask for affection br My inner paradise was my ultimate protection. br br Written on April 29,2007 br br To a friend who talked to me about my inner paradise.