The paper is a week late. I have to turn it in tomorrow. But naturally I've sat here most of the day playing video games, eating cookies and planning dinner. Oh, and watching "Persuasion" on Netflix, possibly the most romantic and most depressing of all the Austen movies. 9 years! Appropriate viewing for a woman approaching her 27th birthday. I was talking to a friend last night about our mutual despair over finding Prince Charming and I told her something to make her feel better, or at least get her mind off of it. He said I ought to write it down so here it is, a story of her true love found at last.
“Your eyes will meet across the room. At least, you’ll think they’ve met. Your glasses are old and they’ve turned down the lights to show off the recently decorated tree.  Slowly you get to your feet, joints creaking, and you grip the rubber handles of your walker. With a determined shuffle you both make your way towards the center of the room, dodging wheelchairs and neighbors from down the hall with the speed of a slow motion video.  The hearing aid assisted conversations drift around you but you are in a world of two as finally you face each other. He leans forward on his four legged cane to hear you better, his filmy blue grey eyes locked on yours.  You take a shaky breath and say, ‘I’ve been waiting...’ He smiles and replies, ‘...all of my life.”