[etni] English - a one-sided language


           
           

      Couldn't resist sharing this, Judy

      It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was 
      very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and

      consolate.




      I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw

      her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a

      woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing

      shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way.




      I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I'd have to make

      bones about it since I was travelling cognito. Beknownst to me,

      the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very

      proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened.

      And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners

      couldn't be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would

      do.




      Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might

      cause was evitable. There were two ways about it, but the

      chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to

      become persona grata or a sung hero were slim. I was, after all,

      something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle

      to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion.




      So I decided not to risk it. But then, all at once, for some

      apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way

      that I could make heads or tails of.




      I was plussed. It was concerting to see that she was

      communicado, and it nerved me that she was interested in a pareil

      like me, sight seen. Normally, I had a domitable spirit, but,

      being corrigible, I felt capacitated--as if this were something I

      was great shakes at-- and forgot that I had succeeded in

      situations like this only a told number of times. So, after a

      terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way

      through the ruly crowd with strong givings.




      Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time

      to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. Wanting to make only

      called-for remarks, I started talking about the hors d'oeuvres,

      trying to abuse her of the notion that I was sipid, and perhaps

      even bunk a few myths about myself.




      She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a

      savory character who was up to some good. She told me who she

      was. "What a perfect nomer," I said, advertently.




      The conversation become more and more choate, and we spoke at

      length to much avail. But I was defatigable, so I had to leave

      at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me.




      To my delight, she was committal. We left the party together and

      have been together ever since. I have given her my love, and she

      has requited it.

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