May 7, 2012
One bird’s effort pursuing the gull of his dreams.
Ok, I’ve gone all out. THIS is a great gift. I know she’s gonna love it!
Hey, beautiful: this is for YOU.
Uh, beautiful? Hello?
Hmmph. Man, I look like an idiot.
All right then: I’ll boldly take the initiative, and bring her proof of my love. And, my bank account. This stupid thing cost a fortune…
Yes! I got her to look! Success! She notices me! Ahem: I HEREBY PRESENT YOU WITH…
…THIS PROOF… OF… Wait! Where’re you going??
Whoa! Beautiful! Hold on! Come back! It’s your color and everything! [Geez, this thing is heavy. Next time I'm just getting flowers like the cheap gulls. None of this root-ball-o'-sincerity crap...].
Oh, bea-u-ti-fuuullll..?! Come heeeeeere?! I got this for youuuu… Huh? What? You like it? Really? Oh, wow… oooh… ohhh… mmmmm… you DO like it! Ahhhh….
(intentionally blurry for a PG-rated blog post)
And this is all I’m left with. She had her way with me. She took everything. Geez, I’m so, um, gullible… But the promise of love is worth it… sigh… well, at least I think it is?… maybe?… wait, how much did that thing cost…?