You only live life once, my mother used to tell me. So life it fully. I fully plan to. Some of the other gals I've met, they think there's something wrong with me. You know what I think? They're just jealous. Jealous of the attention I get from men, jealous that I get everything and everyone I want. What are the names they call me? Far from civilized, and I'm not any man-eater. I enjoy variety. I am a free spirit. Some men just bore me to easily. Why stick to just one, when more means more fun? I've got diamond bracelets and earrings, rings and necklaces, am I suffering at all from it? They are just jealous.   " Maam, a song, from the sir" says the waiter.   I look at my new beau, and smile. " Thank you". 
