The Fairy of Shampoo

"Gold Miss? That's just a nice way of saying it. Isn't it really just an old maid?" Those cutting words at a friend's wedding invitation stung. I should just shower and sleep. Trying to shake it off, I went into the bathroom and noticed an unfamiliar shampoo. Had I seen this before? The small bottle, probably a sample, had a message to make a wish. Wishes in this day and age? I squeezed out the shampoo, muttering. "I wish a decent guy would just fall out of the sky." It was just something I said. "Ideally, he'd be tall. And handsome. And capable. And only love me. And not nag about business trips, and understand late nights at work..." It was just a grumble, but oh my god. He actually ...