Thursday, December 13, 2012
Thursday Tales: Letter from Fate
The fog clung to the ocean, like two lovers unwilling to part. The cold seeped through the holes in my sweater and I pulled it tighter against me.
"Sammy!" My golden retriever had bounded into the cold water to chase off the waves. "Come on, boy! Time to go home!" He ignored me, but hunkered down in the sand just past the water's reach, something in his paws to gnaw on. As I approached him, a tiny bit of sunlight broke through the clouds and glinted off whatever Sammy had. "What is that?"
I bent down to wrestle it from him. Not the driftwood I'd expected, but a bottle. A bottle with a letter inside. Really? Does that really happen? Settling into the sand beside Sandy, I popped the cork out of the bottle and let the paper slide into my hands.
To Whomever Finds This Bottle:
First, if you're a guy, could you recork it and throw it back?
Second, if you're a girl, please keep reading.
I guess you could call me shy. I'm not very good at meeting people. It seems harder to meet people nowadays. I can't really stomach the bar scene, and meeting someone through the personals just seems so... impersonal. So, while this doesn't make a lot of sense, I figure that maybe Fate will bring the right two people together, so I'm trusting Fate to put this letter in the hands of the right woman.
I'd like to tell you that I'm a handsome male model with a Ferrari, two houses, and enjoy long walks on the beach in the moonlight. But, it's probably more honest to say I'm not a BAD-looking guy with an economy car that runs most of the time, an apartment, and will partake in a long walk on the beach in the moonlight if there's promise of a goodnight kiss later, but would be just as happy watching movies on my couch.
I like coffee and reading, will run if chased, and have an uncanny ability to work quotes from Lord of the Rings into any conversation. This has proven to be both a great party trick and terribly annoying. I apologize in advance.
If any of this hasn't turned you off completely, and you think that maybe Fate could be right... I'd welcome a note back? I've included a PO box at the bottom.
Till we meet,
"What a sweet guy," I murmured aloud. Of course it was silly. But I slipped the letter back into the bottle, and slipped the bottle into my pocket. Fate hadn't really been much of a friend to me in the past, but maybe she could be given one last chance.
Lord of the Rings was a pretty good set of movies.