Saturday, October 18, 2008


The scene:

An eatery/bar in a certain neighborhood in Seattle that yours truly doesn't particularly like to frequent.

The time:

Towards the end of the evening.

The scenario:

Sitting at a table with friends and one unknown girl.

The statement:

Someone sitting next to me informs me that said unknown girl is keen on me and that she will eventually be my wife.

The girl (roughly):

Prediction: Said unknown girl will never be seen again.

Now here's a REAL fairy tale:

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