by Glenn Magas

Created on: September 09, 2009

"Different Shades of Pink"

I was dressed in a completely inappropriate shade of pink. My color scheme has never been my strength and when they said to wear pink, I had to find the only pink think I owned. It was a blouse stuffed way back on a shelf with other 'old clothes for the garage' cloths. I actually did not pick it because, first, I hate pink and second, it's the only pink blouse I had. It was by necessity and not by choice. I grabbed at it knowing exactly where it was: three from the bottom.

"So, I'm wearing pink. No biggie," I thought. But it wasn't pink. Instead, it was this faded, reddish-rogue color with a missing button. I swear- it used to be pink. And the last time I wore it was to seduce an SAE pledge in college. This, now faded reddish-rouge blouse, was all I had. It was pink enough. And with a black mini and a pair of four inch heels... talk about hot - I was 'smokin' as the pledge said. And we, the dark haired pledge and I, didn't end up going out that night either. It was the first time I ever, I'm embarrassed to say, 'did it' with shoes on.

Wow, that was Valentine's Day six years ago! I had a date with an Argentinean hunk with beautifully long, dark curly hair and eyelashes any woman would die for; for herself that is. That was the last time I wore this blouse. What a coincidence. Today was Valentine's Day!

Our Century City office was overly decorated with hearts and streamers and 'love' statements and everyone was wearing pink. I was wearing my faded blouse and thought about what my mother said long ago, "Every woman should have pink in her closet." Maybe that's why I didn't have anything pink in my closet - because my mom said I should.

"Isabella, that's not pink, you know?" Kayden poked matter-of-factly. I looked closer to what I was wearing and realized I not only clashed with everyone in the office, I stuck out like a zit ready to pop. But to be honest, all that pink walking around made my head hurt!

Kayden asked me the most peculiar question. "Do you like topless bars?" I was caught off guard but in our line of business it wasn't such an unusual question. But usually we'd be asking our clients questions like that.

In between my one-donut-a-month binge and a Venti drip I stumbled with, "Me? Personally? Well..." Should I give details? Should I hide the fact that I've been to a couple of strip clubs, or do I lie? I lied. "I'm indifferent." Janice looked at me with a puzzled look and added, "Edward, (our new client) owns a topless bar called,

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