Lolita was a naturally engaging young woman. She carried herself in a way that made all men and a few women take notice. She was never aware of the impressions she made on passerby unless I brought them to her attention. Lolita was one of those women who dressed for her self, not because she thought someone else thought she looked good. She always had a flowery scent that made you want to run to the store and find that lovely fragrance.
We met when we were dating two best friends. We became inseparable after we dumped the sorry bums. Lolita and I made the agreement that we would go out to eat or to movies with each other until we found guys decent enough to take us.
One Friday evening, at our favorite spot, Applebees's, Lolita entered the restaurant all conversation stopped and then resumed when I walked in. All eyes were on her as she sashayed over to the hostess to request preferential seating.
"See, that's why I don't like going anywhere with you," I mumbled with irritation.
"What?" Lolita sighed stopping and turning towards me. She pushed her dainty purse up onto her shoulder and placed a manicured hand on her hip as she used the other to pull her red-tinted tresses behind her ear.
"That's the kind of crap I'm talking about," I said, imitating her stance. "How in the world am I ever going to get a man if you're always wearing those jeans that you had to use a big shoe horn to squeeze into. And those tiny blouses with your fun bags spilling out the top?"
"But I didn't do anything, Nikki," she whined. "Come on girl I'm hungry stop acting like that."
"I'm not going to eat much. I just started this new diet."
"Yeah, I'm on a diet too: Die if I don't eat," Lolita said as she slid onto her booth seat.
I just looked across the table at Lolita. She smiled sweetly at the hostess as she place our menus on the table. She giggled and talked seductively to the waiter as she gave him her order. She even made requesting extra sour cream and ranch dressing sound sexy.
I had a great deal of admiration for my friend but I was also jealous of the attention that she always seemed to receive whenever we went out together. Lolita was a big girl but all of her weight was in the right places. I would have had to do 300 crunches twice a day to get her waistline. She didn't need extensions in her hair or acrylic nails and she had a butt that many guys thanked her mother for.
Lolita and I aren't as close as we once were but I still think about her. I'll never live her life but I will always make the best of mine.