Mar 29, 2010 10:20 PM GMT
who is waiting for their fairy tale, and who is ready to settle for whatever they get?
Fairytale
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Mar 29, 2010 10:20 PM GMT -
Mar 30, 2010 12:27 AM GMTI think everyone wants a fairytale.
Why settle for less? Especially when it's somebody you want to spend the rest of your life with? -
Mar 30, 2010 1:32 AM GMTI don't believe in settling. I would rather be alone, than with someone who is not what I truly want. -
Mar 30, 2010 1:48 AM GMTAce123 saidI don't believe in settling. I would rather be alone, than with someone who is not what I truly want.
Agreed! -
Mar 30, 2010 2:21 AM GMTAce123 saidI don't believe in settling. I would rather be alone, than with someone who is not what I truly want.
AMEN to that!
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Mar 30, 2010 2:31 AM GMTAce123 saidI don't believe in settling. I would rather be alone, than with someone who is not what I truly want.
Exactly! -
Mar 30, 2010 3:08 AM GMTI don't expect anything from a BF that I don't already expect from myself. That's not a fairy tale but it sure feels like it. -
Mar 30, 2010 3:11 AM GMTMy question is, who among us already has the Fairytale? -
Mar 30, 2010 5:08 AM GMTAre you freakin' kidding?
If you can't get some fairy tail at the club on Friday night, there's always some at the baths, after hours.
(Sorry, just had to go for the low-hanging fruit.) -
Mar 30, 2010 8:43 AM GMTHaving a fairy tale or a wish for princ charming is ok, but you're just limiting yourself. If he's Not horrendous give him a chance. You never know who that person might turn out to be if you don't give him a try. Ive stopped believing in fairy tales a long time ago. -
Mar 30, 2010 2:05 PM GMT
zenny it depends upon what your fairytale is.
I write them as an avocation for children and grown-ups. Here's a bit of one (grown-ups):
"BOTH OF THEM
Nothing so strange had ever happened to Frank, or Janice. They exchanged furtive appraising looks throughout what turned into a very pleasant dinner. Helen watched them with a bemused expression on her face.
Janice chose to ignore it. She had found out Frank liked old music, very old music and more; popular music from the times when most of the antiques she loved had been built.
The evening passed languidly in the currents of Janice and Frank’s sudden confidence. They laughed at each others’ lame jokes. They became engrossed in each others’ tame pastimes. To everyone else at the table, the couple with them exuded a peculiar excitement over the mundane, so they sparred with each other instead with witty remarks and sophisticated conversation, leaving Frank and Janice to their own devices. Neither of them noticed, and perhaps, to anyone else, it was they that spurned their friends. Their waiter, keen to his diners’ needs, began addressing Janice and Frank as a separate party. An old trick, it generally garnered him a larger tip. His diners enjoyed the extra catering, and so everyone benefited. This newly minted pair drank it in. A sensation of being alone among crowds filled them and made them feel a secret intimacy. Then too soon, the evening ended, the table cleared, the coffee and desserts finished. Everyone gathered themselves to go, and when Frank paid his portion of the bill and Janice’s, much to her timid protest, he left, as the waiter so aptly predicted, a large tip.
Night added its own magic to their goodbyes. The others had left. Frank and Janice stood outside the hotel waiting for separate cabs. Each in their own thoughts, they had withdrawn in predictable fashion once the reality of night air and busy streets dissolved the restaurant’s atmosphere from them. Still there lingered a memory of touch, a blending of thought and looks that had created a rapture. They were both very aware of it and struggled with themselves to dare, to be the first to cross an imaginary line and risk rejection. Simple events decided for them. The first taxi pulled up, a gleaming yellow, the driver leaning across to the open window on the passenger side, asking if Janice was Janice. The second cab arrived then, but in a fast rush, rocking as it pulled in behind the first one. Frank pulled Janice to his side in unconscious defense and she turned up her face.
Their lips met and stayed, out of shock or something else that stole in, a sudden desire, that thief of hearts that reaches in through any and all common sense. Abandonment of where they were, the waiting drivers, ruled them as the kiss deepened.
Anyone who knew them well would surmise they had learned all they knew of a kiss from film. But the truth was far deeper. Love began, and something else. The ribbon, unseen by either of them, began to shine. A glossy light spilled from its colours; an aura of hues too beautiful for this world made a soft haze about them as slowly, to the fascination of two cabbies and now several pedestrians, they stood back from each other, still holding hands they were unaware of. Their eyes drank in each other."
-from A Ribbon Of Beauty
-Doug of meninlove
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Mar 30, 2010 2:18 PM GMTI'm holding out.
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Mar 30, 2010 2:23 PM GMT
My fairytale, and coincidentally Bill's was this:
I want to be with someone that loves me who I can love.
-Doug -
Mar 30, 2010 2:48 PM GMTmeninlove said
My fairytale, and coincidentally Bill's was this:
I want to be with someone that loves me who I can love.
-Doug
AWWWWWWWW you guys
You are allowed to have more than one fairytale in your life time. Be warned those fairytales can turn into a reality much greater than you can imagine! -
Mar 31, 2010 11:21 AM GMTmeninlove said
My fairytale, and coincidentally Bill's was this:
I want to be with someone that loves me who I can love.
-Doug
precisely!
