Estaba en el embarque para Guadalajara, cuando

Estaba en el embarque para Guadalajara, cuando vi a una señora vestida de fiesta y sin maleta, esperando un vuelo. Yo sabia! Ella iba para el matrimonio de su amigo.

She was the woman of my dreams but I was too nervous to even speak to her. I knew she was more than just a pretty lady by the way spoke about her interest in women's rights

and her hobby of yarn bomb knitting. I could also tell she was the woman of my dreams because of the unicorn horn. I hadn't told anyone about that. Nervously, I approached.

I started to begin to speak until a skittish kitten wacked the ball of yarn bomb and she was claimed by the fiery yarn.So now the woman of my dreams is dead I sold the unicorn horn

to a flannel-wearing lumberjack and used the proceeds to bury my sorrow in Boston Cream Pie and a fifth of 7up. That's when the dame with legs up to here walked into my

propellers and lost the top half of herself, but gained my utmost respect by continuing to walk (in high heels, yet!) down the concourse and out of my life. I always was a leg man.

As medical technology developed, I became even more of a leg man: got rid of the torso, and later the arms. But my desire for that runway model haunted me

It was as if her face had seared through the flesh of my eyelids and entered through the gates of my irises and imprinted itself on my soul. Could I rid myself of her image? How?

Her image was there, cloudy and above my head, just like in a cartoon…a cartoon! Yes! Yes! That’s it! I pulled out my Pink Pearl and began erasing her image above my head. Success!