She doesn’t always go out on New Years Eve.  Sometimes she just likes to stay home and enjoy the company of a few friends and have a little champagne and some laughs together then they stay over night for safety, away from the roads, after they ring in the New Year at midnight.

Other times, she may want to stay alone, although this is relatively unusual due to a basketful of invitations and pleadings from her friends. If this does happen, she uses that time to relax and realize that last year is last year, and she is blessed to live another one starting at midnight. She may even read a book —sometimes history, and other times a mystery or romance, and always with a smooth glass of red, in front of the crackling fireplace, wearing her warm robe and thick wool socks.  You see, she doesn’t necessarily need the company of others on New Years Eve, and is comfortable within herself to not necessarily be seen or displayed on NYE.  People do want to see her though, and these are mostly men who experience extreme disappointment when she replies with: “Thanks, but I have other plans.”

But sometimes she does say yes and she goes to a New Years Eve party, but nearly always single, and prefers not to have a date.  The reason is that there are very few men who are strong enough to treat her well during the party without smothering her into a security box, weakly afraid of the throngs of men who stare at her and wish they were her date.  She prefers a strong man, who is confident with himself, who realizes that her physical charms are natural, and not her fault, and the gazes are naturally going to occur.  It can’t be helped.

She enters the party hall and immediately everyone turns to look at her, and of course, that is natural.  She has a natural runway walk, and her sleek skirt clings eagerly to her lithe body, completed by the heels that accent her garlic-cloved calves, forcing all eyes to drink her in completely.  She is in fact, a divine symphony of feminine perfection.  But she is simply there to have fun. She does work out and watch her diet, but she isn’t there to intimidate, but instead, to meet her friends, look good, and enjoy the evening with respect to all.

She enjoys her friends, drinks a little champagne, but always controls herself so that she is not inebriated, but instead, feels warm and released of tensions, somewhat, so that her friends enjoy talking with her, without envy, because she never puts herself in a position to make her friends feel less confident with themselves, despite her natural beauty, because, well, she respects them.

The guys wait in line to ask her to dance, and she does dance with them, and their faces are red during the dance, knowing that all are watching them intently.  She smiles, respectively, thanks him for the dance, and the smile itself, invades his soul and encircles his heart, and yet, all she did was show a natural smile. Then in between dances, she dances more energetically with her friends, enjoying the night, hands in the air with full display of the rhythmic motion of her merciless hips. She exudes her sparkly energy before midnight, and her friends feel lucky she is with them because she is a natural soul, blessed with beauty, but also an intellect that others admire.

At midnight they all say:  Happy New Year!  Enjoy another glass of champagne and then, she and her girls get in the taxi and are driven home safely, to start another healthy and successful New Year.

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