I love You So

Laying down on my divan, I turn on the tv.

A goddess appears before me, infomercial about how a white silk gown can predict who you will fall in love with, and with great success.

A Caucasian woman against a sepia background is then shown. She is slim, graceful, and has noticeable trouble with the Japanese language as she smiles through her pearly whites and recounts a misadventure that led to her rich husband. All after buying and wearing said dress.

Successful.

The scene then cuts to a dark-skinned, slothful looking man in a suit, smiling his own set of pearly whites while a horribly catchy theme song plays in the background.

The man tells me that I can own the dress for an easy sum of yen, and call right now and you can have another dress in blue for free. He then hooks his audience by telling them that they'll be lonely for the rest of their lives without shelling out precious yen for this dress.

I'm already on the phone ordering four dresses.

"Four dresses ma'am?" The woman on the other end of the line sounds used to the demands already. Her voice sounds like if she is used to desperate woman not wanting to be the Christmas cake. Women trying anything to find love before they spoil away.

Grabbing a pillow from the other end of the divan, I lay my head on its soft fabric and get into a comfortable laying position.

"Four," I confirm.

"Getting a little desperate, aren't we?" My eyes widen at her sardonic remark.

"Yes," I'm ignoring her remark. A sigh at the other end of the line. My fingers are twisting the phone chord nervously.

"You know, buying a dress isn't gonna buy you love," She's right. I'm only spending money because I can at the moment. But she doesn't know that. Doesn't know I have a son in day care, a husband out in California, or the fact that I'm stuck alone in a big house lounging and watching tv instead of cleaning and caring for Yuuta.

She probably thinks I'm some lonely fat old spinster living with a bunch of cats.

I sigh before whispering "I'm married already."

I hang up before she can respond. Putting the phone away, I turn my attention back to the tv. The infomercial is on repeat, the goddess reappears and is soon followed by the man in the suit.

I change the channel before he smiles those pearly white gates of his.

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