I’ve had but three serious relationships in my troubled romantic career.
My first girlfriend was smart as a whip but cold in bed, hopelessly insecure, and shy.
The second was vivacious—at least that’s what she’d claimed in her ad—outgoing and overly confident, but with a laugh that could turn heads in a noisy room.
The third I’ll call Goldilocks, because she was just right, somehow combining the best of her predecessors while patching over the worst . . . the porridge, the chair, and the bed—everything in balance, and a welcome respite from the extremes I had come to expect.
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by Charis ...
23 hours ago
Revised and posted to Magpie Tales 91.
ReplyDeleteThe charm of the third try ... three strikes ~~ and you've hit a home run.
ReplyDeleteThe true Goldilocks couldn't be found in an ad...
ReplyDeleteNice Roy
Well, I hope you walked up in your place this evening and found her in your chair. :)
ReplyDeleteoh how i am waiting for the 'just right'!!!! Ha...maybe an ad is the wrong place to look???...loved it ;-)
ReplyDeleteHow cool--you patterned this after the story of Goldilocks--I love it.
ReplyDeleteFinding a willing Goldilocks would be hard nowadays, she'd recognise you for Daddy Bear instantly and not want anything to do with you, being married to Mummy Bear.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a happy ever after.
ReplyDeleteThis was a Goldilocks write...perfectly pleasing...
ReplyDeleteI'm happy he found his Goldilocks...
ReplyDeleteLove the way you used the chairs.
ReplyDeleteI always do these things too fast and then come up with the Goldilocks one--the one I should have posted!
I like the story aspect of all of these serial posts. K.