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Are FairY TaleS... the ONLY PlacE... You.ll FinD LovE...
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Are FairY TaleS... the ONLY PlacE... You.ll FinD LovE...  "Well, that's it, finished. I'm trying something different - emulating YOUR style." I raised an eyebrow. "You know, Paul - a tale of love, garnished with a sprinkling of alliteration, a couple of random metaphors and a few too many adjectives." I raised my other brow, but before I could add anything, Frankee had pushed his computer towards me and ordered two more beers. I put on my glasses and began to read.  Winters in this city are cold and colourless - pretty postcards - dusted with 'white' and smudged with faded browns and greys. But colours come alive when you're holding a warm hand. The lights on the boulevard were red; I held Emily's slender fingers tight. The falling snow framed us in thick flakes, weightless and hopeful, the way they do in fairy tales. Traffic was snarled and barely moved as we wove around and between cars. Halfway across that street, she stopped and turned towards me; I knew what she wanted. I fell into her deep blue eyes and leaned into her esculent lips. When I hugged her in public, I'd never let go; I wanted the world to know. We gently swayed while cars ignored us and inched past. A cabbie honked once, but the others knew. After a minute - or were they seconds - Emily raised her cheek, smiled and whispered in my ear. "I think we should move to that OTHER side, or someone's going to bump into us." We weren't crazy; we were a step below - young and in love and lost in each other. But not all things work out the way you hope they might. Twenty years later, I was startled to see Emily at an anniversary party for friends we'd once shared. She looked as beautiful as ever. She was sitting alone, legs crossed, her mulberry dress crumpled at her waist. She fidgeted with her nails the way she would when bored, then ran her hand through her hair, which was swept up above her ears. Her eyes sparkled as she glanced at the crowd that danced. And then... OUR song played; I'd bribed the DJ with a couple of drinks. Emily took note and sat up straight, perhaps searching for flawless hands to hold? Those didn't exist, but I was there - just over by that wall - waiting for her. I stepped out from behind it, our eyes met, and Emily's face beamed in delighted surprise. We found a tiny spot on that packed floor and held each other as if it were the first time. It was MY turn to whisper into her ear. "I was never perfect. I'm the opposite. But I was perfect for you, and you're all I ever wanted. And another thing... ... I think we should move to that OTHER side, or someone's going to bump into us." I felt warm tears fall from her cheeks against mine, then onto my lips, as she locked her arms around my neck and kissed me. I looked at FrankeeZee and blinked. "What does esculent mean?" "Oh, for fuck's sake, Paul, read a book!" I would have asked who Emily was, but the beer had arrived, and the game had started. FrankeeZee raised his glass in a toast. "Cheers, Paul. To friends and fairy tale lovers," then he grinned, "and nebulous metaphors everywhere."  ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O |
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FrankeeZee's blog questions were; Was Snow White promiscuous or did it REALLY take seven 'little men' to satisfy her? 🤔 ... and... Should jay-walkers be prosecuted? (*ive NEVER seen one get a ticket*) And WTF does Frankee mean; too many adjectives and metaphors? Ok, point taken. (*i think ive pictured Frankee's story in a movie somewhere*)😶 ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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That bar we were in, 'Chez Paul', used to serve great hamburgers and hotdogs. These days, they offer slot machines and false hope to a sketchy crowd. 😎 ❗ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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9/11/2021 9:08 am |
Sadly referencing your title I would say yes only in fairy tales. Or at least for me. I reached this age and never known real love other than from my kids and parents.
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Everyone has gone metaphorical nowadays. We need a meta-metaphor! 
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9/11/2021 10:32 am |
Your friend, FrankeeZee, kind of took your style in writing and wrote something good. I like it. For when you write, you are very detailed, and a person can visioned what you wrote, that a great style! And you do have your Metaphors! This kind of set your apart from the other writers. Just the people in our blog group, none of us write the same. What make it interesting. What I don't get, what don't you have more blogs?
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Esculent: adj being both excellent and succulent (If FrankeeZee can make up words, I can make up definitions) Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!
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Frankee has your writing style down pat. I was going to suggest succulent instead of esculent, but then I took the trouble of looking up what esculent means. Thanks for building my word power today!   
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if i ever live happily ever after...ill get back to ya.. woop woop
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I've found many loves in my time.. But never true love.. That is a fantasy to me
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I did look up "esculent" before commenting but it didn't show on my first search - which is why I made up my own definition (thought it was a typo) Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!
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was never perfect. I'm the opposite. But I was perfect for you, and you're all I ever wanted. goodbuddy781
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9/11/2021 5:38 pm |
Damn that Frankie Zee!!! I had to google about half the words!!! Nebulous??? Really???
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Oh my word! I never thought about it taking all 7 little men to satisfy Snow White! LOLOL
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Imagining the two of you together has me laughing. True love, don't know if it really exists. The Light is shinning and she is lonely and waiting in the darkness. 
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Too often people mistake lust for love. In today's world, people are too often treated as disposable objects. Losing oneself in a fairy tale is fine until you wake up and reality smacks you in the face. When you visit Chez Paul do the other patrons think it's named after you? Do you maintain that illusion?
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Love is about what you give, not what you get. At least that's my two cents worth (maybe less than that with the exchange rate). Of course the other side of that is that most people immediately quit giving when they don't get in return. If you want to starve an oxygen fire you turn of the oxygen; nothing else will kill it. I don't think love is all that different.....
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Mmm ..... Paul, and that famous "Happy Endings" Fairy Tales insist on! Big sigh .... guess real life get's in the way for most of us, eh? But, coming to think of it, Fairy Tales can be pretty fightening as well, what with wicked witches and big bad wolves? Must be people just love variety - the bad and the good?! Oh, and am waving to FrankeeZee, hope he'll see it, and have to say he wrote a mighty fine love story! Okay, not as good as yours - um ..... dare I say yours are more realistic?!  ..... And always 'hold onto all those sexy thoughts'! (Remember if you feel like taking part in some sexy fun then click here!) Come on Some Sketch Fun And Now How About 39Me39 Watching 39You39 If you39d like that Please Comment - So if you would like - click here as well!
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Ps: Paul! And just want to also say, "Chez Paul" has a great ring to it! ..... And always 'hold onto all those sexy thoughts'! (Remember if you feel like taking part in some sexy fun then click here!) Come on Some Sketch Fun And Now How About 39Me39 Watching 39You39 If you39d like that Please Comment - So if you would like - click here as well!
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