Itsy, bitsy, teeny, white lies


He, said she said…

He wrote that he was “Tall, dark and handsome,” she described herself  as  “Petite, sweet and a princess, in the best sense.”

They agree to meet downtown, at the Anza Hotel Lobby Bar. It was Happy Hour and the place was packed. She walked around the room twice looking for Mr Tall and didn’t see anyone who matched his self-proclaimed description.

He arrived early and scored a table in  the corner – perfect viewing spot.

He ordered a martini and waited. And looked and checked and re-checked  his phone for a message.

She sat at the bar – and did the swivel head search – every few minutes. She just knew he was a stupid, all talk no action, “No show” and she  started talking to the woman next to her. Within minutes, they were in a deep conversion about men in their 30’s – they were all alike. They were  just “Little boys” who wanted to play until they hit 34 and realized they had better get married! 

The two strangers – sat in different corners of the bar -neither really looking like the descriptions they offered. Fated never to meet.


“There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.”
Ayn Rand



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