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Not Exactly Hallmark
It could have ended like a Hallmark movie—you know, if I were into those—but it didn’t. It would have been too obvious and convenient anyway: the boy, the girl in the neighboring apartment, both single, eye-flirting from their patios until one of them finally breaks the ice with a killer line.Picture a guy and a girl; I’ll call them Greg and Sarah. Greg’s walking his dog Lulu. Sarah is trying to remember where she parked. (Prepare for the meet-cute). In a matter of seconds Greg’s dog has wrapped herself around Sarah’s legs. Greg catches Sarah just before she falls. As they untangle, Sarah’s ha...
Boombox
It was all Michael’s fault. After three weeks of dating, he really wanted to do something special for Sara. There were flowers (white roses; a favourite she mentioned in passing), candy (little Coke bottles; he liked them, too), and a dinner (home cooked when his parents were out and he finally learned how to make his own bread). It was all perfect; Sara told him so. And then, his first big mistake that felt like the perfect ending. It was her favourite movie. Sara talked about it all the time and he knew that he would have to watch it one day. And what better time than a romantic dinner at hi...
Roger Reads the Menu
Do not order the salmon.I know it sounds good, Aurelia, but it’s not. It’s not good. Nothing here is good. Some things are bad and some are unspeakable. Order something bad. I can’t promise you good. I wish I could, but no good. No good. None of it is good.The salmon, however, is unforgivable.We wouldn’t even be here if not for family obligations. My brother insists he’s a chef. I disagree, but I do so privately. That’s how I was raised. When you’re brought up in a monastery by monks operating under the oath of silence, you learn to keep your opinions to yourself. To this day, I’ve never heard...
Henri The Lab
Henri the Lab by Joe RegistratoI was on a trip to Paris that I arranged as an anniversary present for my wife; and it was fun, poking around museums, shops along the Champs-Elyse, sidewalk cafes and outdoor food vendors, but even during a pleasant trip a man needs a break.So when my wife was napping, www.onedoor.ccI went for a walk among the Parisians, strolling along the sidewalks of one of the banks, left or right, I'm not sure how you tell the difference; and along the way I ended up talking to this very friendly and lovable, but also very discerning and analytical Chocolate Brown Labrador Retriever...