EdaOf course his ex looks like a runway model – typical, predictable, and oh so cliché. Can we say vanilla? Hollywood Barbie® can ditch the runway and audition to be in one of the 'housewives' reality show on tv.
She's just the type of woman one would expect Serkan Hottie Bolat to have on his arm. Shallow much? The sultry gaze or maybe more like hungry eyes she's piercing him with, makes her look like a starving cheetah preparing to pounce on her prey in the African savanna!
I can read his cookie-cutter ex like a cheap tabloid on the newsstand. It irks me that she's on him like a starfish suctioned to a rock. No, she's more like a barnacle. The fact that I'm steeping in jealousy over my boss's ex-girlfriend is a red flag, or in my case, a blaring Code Red. I just realize that I may very well be the fox in one of Aesop's Fables, in a popular story called "The Fox and the Grapes."
In this scenario, I'm the fox who sees a juicy bunch of grapes hanging from a vine and yearns to taste them. However, after several failed attempts to reach the grapes, the fox realizes he'll never get them, and walks away, while convincing himself that he wouldn't want those grapes anyways because they were sour. The harsh reality slams into me, as I watch my life being reduced to the 'sour grapes syndrome'. Enough of the melodrama, Eda, my inner voice scolds me.
With reinforced optimism, I try to convince myself that Serkan is not necessarily unattainable. He just can't be romantically involved with me while I remain his employee. I just have to get all my ducks in a row.
Hmmm...her Instagram pics don't do her justice – I am not the least bit annoyed or jealous at all. Just to clarify, I did not stalk her account. This is the truth - when pigs fly.
The fact that I feel like clawing her eyes out is a problem. I mean he dated her what three years ago? How does that woman walk on those treacherous five- inch red bottom heels? Can we say cosmetically-enhanced times ten? I bet her role models are the Kardashians.
Those lips look like they might explode if she bites down too hard. I mean is anything on her even real? Her Hermès Birkin bag probably costs more than my three months' salary! I have to admit, that Python-print bag is fire.
I can just imagine having lunch with her. She would be picking away at her chicken and quinoa salad while I stuff my face with a juicy burger and greasy onion rings. How does she maintain her waif physique? Does he have a predilection for starving Barbies®? I am a lot of things, but that - I am not.
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