Tuesday, June 16, 2009

the man of her dreams

Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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:

Anonymous said...

old and fat; bald and viagra fortified; rich and in a wheelchair. the girl is anna nicole smith? :)

Angeli said...

hahahaha. maybe.. viagra, what would men of a certain age do without it? :)

Kayni said...

i still can't believe you two met online. what a story! i wish you both well.

Angeli said...

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.

unstranger said...

Blow me down with a feather why don't you!

Tuned in; you.

Artemis said...

romantic it is!

 
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