Love at First Sight

Hi there

I wonder if my four readers believe in love at first sight?  I don't know if I do?

But when I was 17 years old I brought a friend, Rose, along with me to my archery club. I explained about bows, arrows, quivers, goals, and I told her about safety measures and distances to stand.  I didn't tell her anything about the dark-haired handsome young man at the end of the line waiting for the start whistle, bow and arrow at the ready.

Rose saw him.  She turned to me.  "See that boy, at the end there?  I'm going to marry him."

 Huh?

She asked him how he'd hand-made the shoulder quiver that held the arrows...

and she did marry him.   I was bridesmaid.

I guess you could say the pair were all a quiver (boom boom!) over each other.

Who needed Cupid?

I'm in love

Hi there

I never thought I'd fall so deeply in love at first sight.  Whooossh!  Love hit like a sledge-hammer. I marched straight up to the girl, all set to declare my adoration -

"I want this shoulder bag," I said.  I passed the bag, lovingly, across the counter at Strandbags, and pulled out my credit card.

Normally, when buying accessories I will dither over price, colour, size.  I might even go home and think about a would-be purchase, but this day I didn't hesitate.  My eyes landed on the shoulder-bag and my heart lurched. Black leather and satin, and splashes of green and pink; I was trembling as I picked the bag up from its shelf.  I had to have it whatever the price.

The bag was $50.  Who says you can't buy true love?