Look Over Here
Once upon a time, a prince stepped down from his high-and-mighty pedestal. And met a girl (lady) just as wicked and cunning as he was.
He shrugged back his shoulders, made himself more imperious and "majestic" and walked right up to her. And here was what he said: Your name?
She looked at him, raised her eyebrow quizzically, and laughed. In his face. (No response.)
"Give me an answer…please."
"You haven't given me your name yet, why should I give you mine?"
"I don't need to."
"Neither do I."
She left, grinning.
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He practiced poetry at night, hoping she was one of the sentimental types enchanted by sappy words and affected affections. She wasn't. And so, disappointed and annoyed, he began painting. Thinking: maybe, just maybe, she loved the arts. She wasn't.
And this time he didn't try anything else.
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"Why won't you kiss me? Don't you like me?"
The girl laughed, "Yeah, I guess I do like you but I'd never kiss you."
"Why not?"
"Look over there." She pointed to a statue twenty feet away, towering over them like a black death.
"What?"
"And look over here." And she jabbed her skinny finger into his chest (a challenge, he automatically thought).
"And?"
"You're not as great."
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The next day, the statue was removed and replaced with one of his likeness (much, much taller and grander and unrealistic).
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"I'm sick of this," she said.
"Of what?"
"Stop following me around, okay? I'm not interested in you."
"Why not?"
"You're arrogant and selfish."
Besides, I like your brother.
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Relentless, he chased her day after day until one day she was so exhausted and defeated she just agreed.
It came as a very shocking joy.