#1596 - On Vivacity

I always hated that project in school, or sometimes at camp

where you had to introduce yourself with an adjective

to help people remember your first name.

What I wouldn't give at that time to be:

Darling Darla

Laughing Linda

Awesome Anna

I, almost always, had to be

Vivacious Veronica

I mean, how many other adjectives that are appealing

are there that start with the letter V?

The only thing is, I didn't feel Vivacious.

To me, at that time, Vivacious Veronicas were 

cheerleaders, student body presidents,

cute fun girls who drove convertables,

and dated football players.

I was the smart, short and dumpy looking girl

who had a lot of boy "friends" but no one

that I really dated.

(I later found out it was because most of my

male friends turned out to be gay;  I was a hag

even then and just didn't know it.)

But, Vivacious, not me...

Of course, in college, alcohol helped a lot...

At parties and at the bar, I was the funny one.

My friends attracted the boys with their looks,

but I kept them laughing while my friends

danced and enjoyed the free drinks.

I still didn't date much at all,

and I continued to be friends with guys

who later turned out to be gay, again.

But, I had fun, and continued to have fun

with my gay friends until I met my husband

and finally didn't have to worry about being a hag

all my life...

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Still, Vivacious...?

Well, maybe just a little after all...

2013 A to Z Challenge Post:

V is for Veronica