Hi all,
A friend of mine on FB asked her friends to make up a story about how we met; she wanted us to just lie about it to see how creative we all were. This is what I wrote:
'I approached cautiously, yet with a spring in my step, in the hope that the elusive "object" I was hunting would be here. My sources said to be careful; that you would be quick with the witty comeback should I speak the wrong words. As I swung open the door and entered, something within told me that this was indeed the right place.
You smiled. Who knew that the person charged with the storage of the "object" could be so becoming! I almost dared not speak the words and ask you for the "object"; what if I was wrong, and that my search would not be ending here, in this strange yet somehow familiar place, but elsewhere in my travels? I smiled at you and asked the question, hoping against hope that you not only had the object, but that you would spare me the sarcastic wit that was known far and wide to tear men apart. "I'll take an oil filter for my Festiva, please" I said. With no pause and without batting an eye, you replied "Sure, that sounds like a fair trade!" D'oh! Damn that wit! We've remained friends since that chance encounter.'
A friend of mine on FB asked her friends to make up a story about how we met; she wanted us to just lie about it to see how creative we all were. This is what I wrote:
'I approached cautiously, yet with a spring in my step, in the hope that the elusive "object" I was hunting would be here. My sources said to be careful; that you would be quick with the witty comeback should I speak the wrong words. As I swung open the door and entered, something within told me that this was indeed the right place.
You smiled. Who knew that the person charged with the storage of the "object" could be so becoming! I almost dared not speak the words and ask you for the "object"; what if I was wrong, and that my search would not be ending here, in this strange yet somehow familiar place, but elsewhere in my travels? I smiled at you and asked the question, hoping against hope that you not only had the object, but that you would spare me the sarcastic wit that was known far and wide to tear men apart. "I'll take an oil filter for my Festiva, please" I said. With no pause and without batting an eye, you replied "Sure, that sounds like a fair trade!" D'oh! Damn that wit! We've remained friends since that chance encounter.'
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