Hanan Mourad ☥ Nephthys (descendwith) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-09-29 23:23:00 |
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thirty-three.
Nephthys did not date, at least not very often. She only foresaw disaster with the men she met, the kind of disaster that could only happen to her. Majority of them did seem truly nice. Some were just bold youngsters that she had tended to in the hospital. A prompt and disapproving glare tended to send them off. Some were men who were looking for someone to take care of them. Some had children and then she really wanted to panic considering how fast she recalled what stupid mistake made her a mother.
Dating was just hard in general. Though a bit old-fashioned, she found herself frowning over the issue of what was expected on both their parts and if they would match at all. There had been disappointments and hasty departures. She would plunge into long weeks of work to avoid thinking about what an irritation the modern dating scene was.
But maybe she'd make an exception for the nicely muscled man with the wide smile and smelled like cigarettes and spicy cologne. Some measure of loneliness nibbled a little too hard on her heart and she'd given in. And as long as she stuck to her promise of getting home at a reasonable hour, she'd probably be just fine.
Also, getting home early enough meant texting her sister to discuss and be positively girly about it.