Last night I started reading Brian Morton's novel, Starting Out in the Evening. The last paragraph of the book's first chapter made me smile:
They had never met, but he picked her out instantly, and he came toward her smiling. Old, fat, bald, leaning awkwardly on a cane. The man of her dreams.
It sounded so strangely familiar.
6 comments:
old and fat; bald and viagra fortified; rich and in a wheelchair. the girl is anna nicole smith? :)
hahahaha. maybe.. viagra, what would men of a certain age do without it? :)
i still can't believe you two met online. what a story! i wish you both well.
i, myself, can't believe until now, Kayni. and you witnessed (read, actually) how it all happened di ba? :) it was meant to be, i guess.
thank you.
Blow me down with a feather why don't you!
Tuned in; you.
romantic it is!
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