Dear Cupid,
I think you may be losing your touch, fella.
She didn’t reply.
Are you losing your aim or is an errant bow to blame? Misfired perhaps? Or maybe you gave a half-hearted effort on this one.
Do you realize how many prospective Valentines will go without this year? And just imagine the countless Valentines who’ve said yes when, in her heart of hearts, she’s sitting across the table from someone who truly wasn’t her first choice.
I could never be a woman’s second option, a first runner-up. Not because I’m heaven’s gift—far from; hardly anyone knows my name. It’s just that this heart of mine won’t let me.
How would I know? Her eyes. I can look into her eyes and gather her truth. A woman’s eyes have ethics. Even when her lips fib.
Now, let’s be clear, I’ve been rejected before. Dejected twice more. I’ve been fired, even when I’ve made several companies handsome profits. I’ve been turned away by numerous editors–reasons still ungiven. I’ve been passed over for bigger muscles, more glamorous wheels–to say nothing of a fatter wallet.
A man is silly, more like foolish, to think there isn’t a more enticing man who walks his same earth.
And I realize we live in a culture that’s never satisfied.
So, no, Mr. Cupid, don’t even entertain the notion that I somehow feel you owed me something.
It’s just that you’re about to let stand a costly deprivation. You’re gonna allow her to deprive herself of the encounter, in her red dress no less.
And you know I’m susceptible to a lovely woman in a red dress worn in my honor. Fortunes have been given to women by men who adore her red-dress silhouette.
Now isn’t that a rather sad development? Especially considering she in fact—both my instinct and telepathy tell me so—harbors a thought of me. What is the nature of her curiosity?
Sure, she may have said yes to a more enticing man.
But, I assure you, there is no more inviting man than yours truly.
You’re slippin’, fella. Or is this intentional on your part?
Perhaps this wasn’t the Valentine to be. Both she and I alone in our what-might-have-been revelry.
Still, I know you have my best interest at heart.
If you’ll allow me one last favor: Don’t let this haunt her.
I’m a man of good spirits after all. And she deserves no less.
Besides, she never said “no,” now did she? [wink]
I wonder what she’s thinking about right now . . . .
Appreciative nonetheless,
Rg2
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Romance lives in a woman’s heart. -Rg2
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