Green-Eyed Girl

My father always tells me that I have the black lifeless eyes of a shark. I don't like that they are, so-called, lifeless, but he is right. So dark, there is no difference between my pupils and my iris.

They are what they are. Black holes that don't actually see very well. Thus, the need for contacts. I love my contacts and am very thankful for them. Unfortunately, this morning, I dropped one down the drain.  If I walked around with one contact, I would get dizzy. That option was out. If I walked around with my glasses on, I'd probably get spit on. That was out. So, I luckily remembered a pair of contacts I had saved from quite a while ago. A pair that was somewhat different and special. They were green contacts, the kind that make your eyes look a different color. I popped them in, their color somewhat darkened by the black holes beneath them, and was on my way.

The best part of these green contacts I wore around today, were certainly not the cat-looking eyes they gave me, but the memory of Jeff seeing them for the first time. Being the sneaky biotch I am, I got a trial pair of these green contact lenses without telling Jeff. I put them in a day I was meeting Jeff out for lunch. I was curious as to how long it would take for him to notice and to see exactly what he would say about it.

I couldn't help but notice Jeff looking at me funny on this particular day. He kept looking and looking at me. And believe me, he usually has no reason to look at my scummy self. Finally, after what seemed like much contemplating, Jeff finally said, "I never noticed the color of your eyes before."

Got him! After I found the strength to control my hysteria, I explained to him what I had done. He likes my black lifeless holes better than the green cat eyes. Which is good, because the colored contacts feel funny on my eyes.