Cosmopolitan...shaken not stirred

In response to Jill Scott's "Crown Royal on Ice" in which she expresses the compelling nature of physical reminiscence, I am ordering the classic drink of feminine independence-- a cosmo. I'm growing weary from the longing, analyzing, and inconsistency of ambiguous love. Love that causes swift action and slow thought. Love that seems like a good idea until you remember when that love wasn't exactly honest with you. Love that makes you forget a multitude of wrongs. Love that exists in the right now and isn't a guarantee for tomorrow so you should probably find someone else love. Love thats looking like one-sided love and not even love for real. This kind of love isn't my style and it doesn't look good on me... So, I'm putting on a new outfit. I'll be the beautiful, sexy chick in the room with her head held high. The well-dressed, confident one...The one with smooth skin like fresh milk chocolate, the prettiest gap-toothed dimpled smile you ever did see, the mind that'll keep you in a maze, and curves for days. Not wounded...just learned. The one with the Cosmo, shaken but not stirred, and ready to love again.