"Cinderella"

My profile photo on Facebook was not of myself smiling widely or gazing mysteriously into the distance. Instead, it was the one thing I considered beautiful about myself – my feet in a stunning pair of heels. Then I met him when I was trying to add more Facebook friends.

He was charming and friendly. The first time we chatted, he called me Cinderella and it became a personal joke between both of us. After awhile, he insisted on meeting up. I still remembered that day - it was as if it happened yesterday...

I am wearing the most flattering clothes I have but I am painfully aware that I still look nothing like the gorgeous girls milling around the coffee shop where I agreed to meet him. The one thing that gives me confidence is my Cinderella shoes.

I can see him approaching, I recognize him from his Facebook profile photo. He’s scanning the feet of every girl who passes, a gesture that tugs at my heart. He nearly runs into a girl I know. She is beautiful and also very flirtatious. She gives him a smile and I can see the hope in his eyes as he looks at her feet.

He has spotted me and he does not look impressed but his eyes go to my feet anyway. In a flash, I see the disappointment and the forced smile as he comes towards me and I make my decision.

“The girl that you nearly ran into told me to wear her shoes. I have no idea why.”

He immediately runs after her, not sparing a backward glance for me.

The future stretches ahead of me as clear as snow. He is very handsome; she will not turn him down. They will be a couple, I do not know if it will last. But I see my future as well. From now on, I will spend less time on Facebook and more time helping and trying to understand with my family and friends that I used to neglect due to Facebook. My beauty will come from the inside. Then I will truly be a Cinderella.


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writinglover 3 years ago from Lost...In Poetry

I loved your little tale. As bittersweet as it was, I loved the message at the end. It's the inside that counts...well done!


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frozenink 3 years ago Author

Thanks writinglover. Inspired by you nevertheless. Thanks for reading!

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writinglover 3 years ago from Lost...In Poetry

*blushes* Thanks!


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frozenink 3 years ago Author

You're most welcome!

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Kenja 3 years ago from Long Island, NY

Interesting, and on several levels. It gave me a flash insight as to what it is to be a female hit on by a stranger on Facebook. Is he as nice as he seems? Is he 55 and married pretending to be 38 and single? Is he as good looking as his profile photo? Or is he a loser, a liar... or a psychopath? And then the end twist, equal parts kindness and deflated hopes.

Is life one big ball, where most women stand there, even at age 26 or 32 or 41, whispering to themselves, "Pick me. Oh, please pick me!" Or are there sufficient numbers of women out there who know what I know as a male who has lived a while... Whatever the question, girls, men are rarely the answer.

I fear it is the first, but I hope I am wrong. Happy New Year. Ken


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frozenink 3 years ago Author

Thanks for dropping by Ken. Enlightening comment. May you have a great year ahead!


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EndlessWords 3 years ago

It is a very old and common message which we may be always hearing. But still the message is beautifully told! Nice one!


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frozenink 3 years ago Author

Thanks for reading EndlessWords. And thank you for your compliment!

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tammyswallow 3 years ago from North Carolina

Very interesting and creative!


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frozenink 3 years ago Author

Thanks Tammy!

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bizarrett81 3 years ago from Maine

Bittersweet is a good word for this... I hope its not a true story!!! Inner beauty is truly the most important thing!


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frozenink 3 years ago Author

Thanks for leaving a comment bizarrett81. It isn't a true story, I guess. But it can be!

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