So this girl (okay woman) happens to meet this guy (‘Oom’ vir enigiemand onder 25!) with both of them having met and kissed probably enough people in one lifetime to last them … well… a lifetime 😉 .
So, she didn’t look like the fairytale princess he thought would eventually come around (the chances should be there in 40-odd years, don’t you think??) – and he, well, didn’t look at all like a toad (at least she didn’t think so, which when you get to the end of the story is all that really matters – cause one girl’s prince is not necessarily the next girl’s ‘catch’, so to speak (dankie tog vir small miracles like preference!!). I might add now, that he might have acted a little like a toad – that is, if fairytales aren’t true and toads really don’t speak. And when he was eventually addressed by her royal highness, because she realized that she’d turn into a grey old hag by the time he would approach her, all he could get out was a choking croak, much like any regular toad dialect.
Now, if you had known the princess for longer than a few weeks, you would also know that she has never stayed long enough to grow roots in any old garden – never been one to play at a pond for hours on end or trying to teach a budgie to sing “Jan Pierewiet”, much less visiting the local Spar every day to meet her so-called (green?) Mr Perfect.
He’ll try to convince you that she hunted him down like a, ehm… frog stuck in a murky little pond. But she kept on revisiting the pond because she had to return, among other things, a box of custard past its sell-by date and a pack of boerewors, of which a properly documented description would end this here fairytale…
Once he grasped that the princess would no longer come back to the pond he knew he had to act swiftly – and as he ran down the supermarket isle to ‘bump into’ her at the deli counter and croak a greeting another ‘parra’ had beat him to the chase and was chatting her up in relatively comprehensible human language. By that time the princess had started to believe that the toad was waiting for one of the hundreds other common suburban maidens to kiss him into human form and was ready to give up on her dream.
She made one last attempt.
She sent him an sms saying: “Do you know what people are saying behind your back??”.
Now, if you know this toad, you would also know that you don’t get involved in trivial small talk or taunting in any kind of way!!
Reply: “What?” – no “Hi! how are you?” no “gee, nice to hear from you” no “could we have coffee some time?” – just “What?”…
So I reply: “Nice butt” 😉 – and he’s hooked! 😀
To make a long story short and not bore you with a lot of (to you, the reader) insignificant detail – I’m so glad I found him when I did. I’m sure he’s glad too…
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