Day Three - Naomi, Gelfling
Naomi is the fabled Female Gelfling, from the world of "The Dark Crystal."
She is beautiful beyond compare. So I will not.
We dined at Café Brio, on our first evening together. As we drew near the bistro, her eyes widened. "Oh no! Midgets!" she pointed, dismayed. "I hate midgets," she added, agitated. I looked to my left, and sure enough, out of nowhere appeared two smartly dressed Little People walking down the middle of the street. They passed close enough to touch from my window, though I declined to do so. It was a David Lynch kind of moment.
"Be tolerant, dove," I chided her.
After dinner, we stopped for tea, my first time ever at Timmy Ho's.
"Is this the cup holder?" she asked as she puzzled how to place her cup in my CD player.
"No. That's the CD tray. You'll find the cup holder below, with my cup in it. You can place yours in the empty slot adjacent."
Instead, she offered, "Drink this."
"But we ordered the same thing! Hot tea, with cream and sugar."
"Go on, try it," she smiled gleefully. I saw the look in her eye and knew that to oblige her would be folly. She watched eagerly as I prepared to down her concoction. She laughed, pleased with herself, as I grimaced, forcing myself to swallow. "Ha ha! Isn't it great!"
Slurry of sugar, with some tea and cream mixed in, it could have been worse. I was prepared for something far worse and more disgusting
We drove along the scenic shoreline, stopping at a romantic location. We kissed by the ocean, under the starlight. I carried her on my back, keeping her feet from the mud, to her favorite wooden swing.
Later, I exfoliated her. I kid you not.
Day 4 - Tim Horton's
Thursday, I rested, but still met Naomi for tea. By an amazing coincidence, we ran into Vikki at Tim Hortons! Poor ol' Pooh, caught with his paw in the honey jar!
Naomi is the fabled Female Gelfling, from the world of "The Dark Crystal."
She is beautiful beyond compare. So I will not.
We dined at Café Brio, on our first evening together. As we drew near the bistro, her eyes widened. "Oh no! Midgets!" she pointed, dismayed. "I hate midgets," she added, agitated. I looked to my left, and sure enough, out of nowhere appeared two smartly dressed Little People walking down the middle of the street. They passed close enough to touch from my window, though I declined to do so. It was a David Lynch kind of moment.
"Be tolerant, dove," I chided her.
After dinner, we stopped for tea, my first time ever at Timmy Ho's.
"Is this the cup holder?" she asked as she puzzled how to place her cup in my CD player.
"No. That's the CD tray. You'll find the cup holder below, with my cup in it. You can place yours in the empty slot adjacent."
Instead, she offered, "Drink this."
"But we ordered the same thing! Hot tea, with cream and sugar."
"Go on, try it," she smiled gleefully. I saw the look in her eye and knew that to oblige her would be folly. She watched eagerly as I prepared to down her concoction. She laughed, pleased with herself, as I grimaced, forcing myself to swallow. "Ha ha! Isn't it great!"
Slurry of sugar, with some tea and cream mixed in, it could have been worse. I was prepared for something far worse and more disgusting
We drove along the scenic shoreline, stopping at a romantic location. We kissed by the ocean, under the starlight. I carried her on my back, keeping her feet from the mud, to her favorite wooden swing.
Later, I exfoliated her. I kid you not.
Day 4 - Tim Horton's
Thursday, I rested, but still met Naomi for tea. By an amazing coincidence, we ran into Vikki at Tim Hortons! Poor ol' Pooh, caught with his paw in the honey jar!
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