Magical magnitism

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She had been scrolling U-Tube when she came across a mini tutorial about confidence and magnitism. How to obtain it and use it to command attention, you know, good vibes.
Well, doesnt everyone want to command attention? She wasnt any different than anybody else in this respect. She listened intently. It told how to have an aura of importance. It told how to subtly emit light from your core. It sounded magical.
That night, preparing for her date, she dressed, paying strict attention to the details. She choose a deep red velvet cardigan down to her knees and a long silky dress with a beautiful paisely pattern in pink and red, in swirls on a background of black.
She tried on different pairs of boots. Should she wear the black or the merlot sweid?
She attended to her accessories. Chandelier earrings made with the finest beads from Turkey. More beads on a choker, close to her neck, with a little string of hanging beads that led the eye downward toward her subtly and tastefully exposed cleavage. I say tastefully primarilly because her breasts were not extroidinary. They were neither large nor small. The lovely pink lace push up bra lifted them so that their plump rounded shapes peeked out from the top of her dress. Perfect, she thought as she stood before the mirror. Her hair was long auburn swepped up casually in a messy loose bun with a few carefully chosen tendrills escsping, and cascading down to her shoulders. Some fell sgainst her temples and cheeks in just the right way to bring out her stong cheek bones. Make-up. Not much. Just a touch. She was ready.
Her date arrived ten minutes late, as was his style. Casual and laid back, and she didnt really mind because she was mostly casual, too. Most of the time.
He was wearing a decent pair of khaki shorts and a collered short sleeve shirt with some kind of golfing logo on the upper right. He looked fine
For him this was dressed up.
On the way to the little community theater they would be attending he told her how, "hot" she looked. She sighed, but she knew that was the highest praise coming from him. Then there was a comfortable lull in conversation as he sang along to ,Led Zepplins, Staiway to Heaven. She wished hed hush so she could think back to the video, and all she had learned. She needed to display confidence. She adjusted the tilt of her head. She inhaled deeply to reinforce her resoive. A mixture of his sporty Polo, and her classy Chanell number five sprayed lightly over Sandlewood oil. A heady mix, for sure. She closed her eyes and pictured herself surrounded by white light. Yes. She fekt radiant. She felt ready.
You must remember that she was a casual girl. She was a bohemian that liked braids and sandels. It was not unusual to smell Patchoilli wafting behind her. But not tonight. She felt like Cinderella.
The show was nothing special, but it was fun. It was a modern take on Shakespeirs, " A Midsummers Night Dream" The cast did a good job. The set was ok, and she enjoyed it. Im not sure if he did, but he was a good sport.
Afterwards, when they went for Pizza, she remembered to hold her head high and walk across the room like she owned the place. She did feel like a million bucks.
After only having one peice of pizza and a small side salad she smoothed her dress across her belly. She couldnt eat much. It would spoil the fit.
They drove the two blocks to the beach. They sat on a bench, and Im not joking, the Moon was full and unless youve been to the beach under a full moon you just cant imagine the way it shines on the water. The sweet salty smell and the sound of the waves rolling rythemically and magically in. The vibe is truley enchanting.
So, on the way home she asked him to stop at the Kangaroo store. She had forgotten to use the ladys room at the Pizza joint and had to pee, although she didnt say it that way.
As she sat in the tiny space with dingy white walls, her dress pulled up and laying across her knees she looked around as anyone would, sitting on the comode. She smiled to herself thinking she had really pulled it off. She made a sweep of the walls and the ceiling. Yes it was really remarkable how well it worked.
Just as she was finishing up, her eyes dropped to the concrete floor, littered with little peices of toilet paper and when she glanced at her feet she gasped. She felt something cave in around her. She had to look twice.
She was mortified. On one foot was a burgandy boot and on the other was black leather.
She had spent the whole night putting on airs in two different boots. Although she was flabbergasted, she laughed. Out loud in the Kangaroo store. Walking up to the casheir where her casual Prince charming was waiting, she lifted her skirt and said, "hey. Look at this." She pointed to her feet. He looked down, then looked back up at her, as if not knowing how to react. He saw in her eyes she thought it was hilarious and when he laughed. She laughed, too!!
The casheir laughed and the customer, in line behind them laughed. Right then and there she knew who she was. She was always gonna be the girl in sandels and braids and that was just ok.