(Spunky blond blows through door. Waves; skips toward brunette in line.)
“OMG!”
“What?”
“You know your poem?”
“Hmmm…more specific…”
“Dating one.”
(nods)
“Well, check THIS out.”
(Laptop opens. Cupid.com blinks alive.)
“You’re online?”
“Shut up & read!”
(55Fiction Seeking Friend with Benefits.)
“Ha!”
“BFD.”
“K, what about this?”
(scrolls to favorite song)
“Fate.”
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It is Friday! Sadly, not too fabulous for this gal because it is my weekend to man the fort. However, it did give me time today to fashion a 55 for the G-Man. I hope I’m not too late! Visit him, he has a standing date for all of us wishing to write a 55.
Sidebar on this one…I wrote a poem for fun yesterday regarding the online dating scene, saying that it would be better if some just wrote what they mean, aka “Friend with Benefits”. This is just a bit of an add on to that quirky tale. I was going to do Fleetwood Macs, “Lies” but then I saw the Stone’s “Angie”, couldn’t resist changing the end of the story a bit.
Cheers ~ Angela (or, if the Stones are singing, Angie 
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