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- Subject: Requited Love
- The "sipid" little story of "requited" love appeared in The New Yorker, the 25 July 1994 issue. The title and author are "How I Met my Wife" by Jack Winter.
- It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was
- very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and
- consolate.
- I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw
- her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a
- woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing
- shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way.
- I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I'd have to make
- bones about it since I was travelling cognito. Beknownst to me,
- the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very
- proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened.
- And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners
- couldn't be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would
- do.
- Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might
- cause was evitable. There were two ways about it, but the
- chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to
- become persona grata or a sung hero were slim. I was, after all,
- something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle
- to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion.
- So I decided not to risk it. But then, all at once, for some
- apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way
- that I could make heads or tails of.
- I was plussed. It was concerting to see that she was
- communicado, and it nerved me that she was interested in a pareil
- like me, sight seen. Normally, I had a domitable spirit, but,
- being corrigible, I felt capacitated--as if this were something I
- was great shakes at-- and forgot that I had succeeded in
- situations like this only a told number of times. So, after a
- terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way
- through the ruly crowd with strong givings.
- Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time
- to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. Wanting to make only
- called-for remarks, I started talking about the hors d'oeuvres,
- trying to abuse her of the notion that I was sipid, and perhaps
- even bunk a few myths about myself.
- She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a
- savory character who was up to some good. She told me who she
- was. "What a perfect nomer," I said, advertently.
- The conversation become more and more choate, and we spoke at
- length to much avail. But I was defatigable, so I had to leave
- at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me.
- To my delight, she was committal. We left the party together and
- have been together ever since. I have given her my love, and she
- has requited it.
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