Re: A tale for teachers, writers and others who love the English language

I have since received this from the friend who forwarded this lovely tale to
me below is the name of the author and when it was initially published, as
well as her note to us:

a few days ago I passed along an e-mail that had come to me with no
attribution. Almost everyone I sent it to has subsequently written to me
asking if I had written it myself. Alas, I cannot take credit for it. I
knew nothing of its origin. Thanks to Google, I was able to locate the
details. I'm glad so many of you enjoyed it. --Jaynie

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How I Met my Wife
Anyway, I thought I'd post this pareil tale of bridled passion.

How I met my wife
by Jack Winter
Published 25 July 1994 - The New Yorker


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Sue -- Firefighter mom -- Still Rabid UW Dawg Fan!
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"Susan Mitchell" <medlawtrans@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote in message
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I got this from a friend and love it - Judy enjoy!


Anyway, I thought I'd post this pareil tale of bridled passion while I am
still abled.


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.

Although the weather outside was clement, 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 and couth, 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, a
description that my friends tell me is founded.

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 and 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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Sue -- Firefighter mom -- Still Rabid UW Dawg Fan!
(to reply send to medlawtrans@xxxxxxxxxxx)




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