Julia was both nervous and excited. She was off on a blind date. It had been arranged by an apparently reliable dating agency online. They were to meet outside the movie theatre. She vaguely knew what he looked like: a description rather than a photo. Cautionary confidence was one of the mottos of the agency.
She had taken ages preparing. Everything was to be perfect. Who knows? This could be it. As she drove along she felt the contact lens in her right eye get dislodged. It wasn’t a contact lens for seeing; it was to colour her eyes a deep blue. Normally her eyes were a boring grey, but these blue contact lenses really brought her face to light. She had makeup and hair colouring to match. Everything was perfectly co-ordinated. The deep blue eyes looked spectacular against her pitch black hair. If she couldn’t find her dislodged contact, then she couldn’t appear on the date with one blue eye and one grey eye. She would walk straight into the theatre without looking, go to the restroom, and remove the remaining contact. It was better than a double-coloured visage. She would then exit the theatre and seek out her date.
Meantime, Alexander was driving to the theatre. He too was both nervous and excited. It wasn’t often he’d get a weekend that was free like this one. He knew he wouldn’t need to be home until early Monday morning if the occasion demanded it. Let’s hope the movie and date were everything the dating agency had promised.
He found a park fairly close to the theatre, got out, and began the short stroll to the theatre. He couldn’t believe it. This was meant to be his lucky day and he couldn’t get his wedding ring off.
It makes one happy not to be on the dating scene
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Agreed!
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Alexander’s adjective starts with an “A”.
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Apoplectic?
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That one works, too.
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And the grey eye on the photograph has been so skillfully done, I don’t think that even the CIA would spot the subterfuge
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I am trying to become a master of the Photoshop.
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You are the Kwai Chang Caine of digital tinkering.
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Me and Qián Guānchāng are like brothers.
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Oh…Julia is Alexander’s wife…they were both sneaking out on each other. Ok, probably not but it’s the thought that counts.
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It’s not possible Max. Julia had one red eye and one green eye.
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Oh ok…well that blows the whole theory.
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Nice twist!
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Chop off the finger and say it was a chainsaw accident. No one ever forgets winding up in the emergency room on a first date.
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After the accident perhaps we could give him the finger.
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Chop, chop!
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She sounds like a smart lady – she’d spot that wedding ring. LOSER!
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There are only two shades of grey here: one, a missing contact lens, two a non-missing wedding ring. It’s smoking, nevertheless.
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Ha – and he thought he was heading for 50 shades!
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