For a while I took belly-dancing lessons.
The women in the class were all pretty nice, but much better dancers than me.
Still, it was fun and I bought this velvet orange coin belt,
which I might wear if I go out dancing sometime.
There was this one woman in the class who had a thick black bob and a fringe.
Her nose was sharp and she ignored me totally.
She was a chef and edited the food section of this women’s magazine.
Today when I was waiting to see my GP I skimmed a copy of a women’s magazine and saw a photo of the woman from the dance class.
I didn’t read her recipes,
just thought of her talking with the other women in the dance class and not me.
I bet almost all even slightly famous people have something more before you meet them.
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