I'm not sure how long he has been waiting for me. He claims "all of my life"...
Where did he come from? I like to think that maybe he was going about his normal day-to-day dealings and a ray of sunlight burst through the clouds (you know, like in the movies!!!) and he realized Oh my goodness, I do love the girl with curly hair! She's the one!!!
He immediately got in his motor vehicle (I could do without the red viper on the hood -- just an FYI!), put on his sunglasses, stopped at the flower shop & purchased a bouquet of tulips (pink tulips because he has sense enough to remember that those are her favorite) and drove straight (somewhat Dukes of Hazard-ish) to the cottage. He maneuvered up the driveway like a man on a mission. Navigating the steps wasn't a challenge at all. He was on his way to win the affection of the girl with curly hair. He parked his vehicle and waited...and waited...and waited...
This guy has patience and endurance. He is thoughtful, too (the pink daisies).
When the girl with curly hair exited the cottage, their eyes met. The music slowed to a crawl. The girl with curly hair smiled. He smiled. She took a step closer...he took a step closer...when they were merely inches apart, he turned into a toy. A tear glistened on her cheek as she smiled and bent down and picked up the vehicle. She made eye contact with the plastic man and with a slight smile, she remarked, "You're just too late!"
The curly haired girl, our fair damsel, does however live happily ever after just not married to the viper dude.
Viper dude...he will spend his days wishing he would've gotten to the fair damsel's cottage sooner...oh, and maybe, he will wish that he wasn't plastic and fake.
The End!
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