fizzle

She felt like a classy, new, fun, fabulous version of herself. It had been years of simply doing the same old thing, but now after a slight revamp this little miss was ready to go out on the prowl. She was bubbly and full of personality, and interested in finding someone who would go ahead and just drink her up.

It was cold in her house, and even with her practically brand spanking new exterior, she couldn't help but slip on another layer as she waited for that lovely someone she had met at the grocery store earlier to pick her up.

Eventually he did come by, scooped her up with his massive hands, and held her closely for a time enjoying all she had to offer. They went back to his kitchen. She was sitting on his counter, feeling a sort of half fullness. He was staring at her, debating on whether to continue this courtship, if you can even call it that.

And after what seemed like no time at all, he walked away from her, went somewhere else, and found something else to satisfy him.

She was left there alone wondering how it could have all fizzled away so fast.

But there was still some of her left, there always is, it seems, just barely enough to remind herself of what she was: A Diet Coke can.