She's forty, single, and hopelessly in love with a man she can never have. Convinced by society that she is not the super model of choice in a world that is run by false hopes, she tries desperately to lose weight and become the woman this perfect man wants. But a tragedy occurs and her whole life is turned around forever. Every woman will know a woman like her or identify with her. This is you, me and the girl next-door. Alice will make you laugh, cry, but most of all really think about what is important in your life.
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There he was………..
I had studied his every movement so many times before.He was buoyantly leaning against the bar, sipping his cognac while enjoying the ambiance of the club scene and taking occasional puffs off his Aficionado cigar. The dance floor was almost completely immobilized by barely clad females moving in a hip-hop rhythm to the loud vibrations of the bass and into his personal space of being, which he didn’t seem to mind. Not him that is. Looking around, I realized that I was dressed inappropriately in my cheap faded Levis and my Wal-Mart priced sweater. So my size had escalated over a couple of years from a size 10 to a 24, that didn’t halt my execution of moving provocatively to a fomented beat, as I drowned my emotions into waves of a dark solitude of artistic expression, and only steps away from him. He didn’t even notice me. But why would he with the competition of so many seductive young females at his disposal. This was the game. This was the place where everyone had a fair shot at winning. I watched him laughing and flirting with the common female predators of the bar scene, where one nightstands were the prize and the losers left the club alone. I fixated myself on him as I was momentarily transposed into his castle in the sky.‘There I was standing proud as part of his harem, an occult movement. I was selected from hundreds of desperate lonelywomen. Now I was one of them.’I relished in the thoughts of the desire, the need, and the lack of hesitance to be confident enough to be with a man of such stature. He moved forward onto the dance floor with tenacious indifference, as the bulging muscles in his buttocks protruded fiercely as he took his first step to begin the dance of seduction.A longhaired brunette with way too much face paint zealously made her way to his throne, as if the king intuitively had summoned her. She aggressively reached for his hand, then she pulled him along the dance floor, moving her body in sexual connotations, grinding her hips in rhythmic motion, entrancing him into the game he was already playing. She was one step ahead. But he was not behind; he was playing parallel to her call. He knew the stakes were high, and he knew the prize all too well.