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A Fairy Good Match
    By Allison Lynne
     
     
     
     
     
    This is a work of fiction. Any resemblence to persons living or deceased is purely coincidental.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    When two people meet and fall in love, there's a sudden rush of magic.
                                              -Tom Robbins
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Katelyn valiantly tried to focus on the one sided conversation but her mind insisted on wandering.  Subconsciously she even caught herself trying to hear the discussion taking place in the booth behind her.  It wasn’t that she didn’t like the food at Italian Garden.  No, she loved their dishes.  It was her date.  The sound of his self-absorbed monologue had already driven her to a second glass of wine, something she never drank in excess. 
                  Katelyn had all but given up on finding her perfect match.  Her current date was the result of an online dating service.  Actually, her current date was strike three for the dating service.  The first “match” was a financial analyst who was obviously married to his job and merely begrudged time for relationships rather than enjoy them.  The second “match” was a fitness trainer who had nothing positive to say about her curvy womanly physique.  This date however was the pinnacle of yuck.  Seymore was a data entry clerk by day, but obviously considered himself a computer gaming wonder by night.  Every statement he had made thus far had only involved World of Doom or Quest for the Kingdom .  He obviously never even took the time to look at himself in the mirror.  His haircut appeared to have been done by a two year old.  And he had neck hair swirling down the back of his collar.  Long, swirling, animated neck hair.  How could he miss that in his daily grooming routine?
                  Attempting again to pay attention to his endless story, Katelyn found her eyes automatically drawn to said neck hair.  A sizeable tendril was curled and waving freely in the air.  She blinked twice and looked closer.  A fairy was standing on his shoulder. What?!
                  Pushing her wine glass to the side, she leaned in closer.  Seymore took this as encouragement, drawing a breath in a moment of silence, and began bragging about his superb gaming skills once again.  The fairy was still there, standing on his shoulder, and smiling mischievously at Katelyn.  The tiny creature’s head barely reached his ear lobe and it was wearing a pink tutu that resembled a mimosa tree bloom.  In one hand she held a tiny wand, and his hair was responding to the movement of the wand as a snake to a charmer’s flute.  Katelyn decided she had definitely drank too much wine, yet could not suppress the smirk on her lips.
                  Encouraged by her sudden interest, Seymore blurted out  “This is going so well that we’ll have our next date at the paintball arena.”  He seemed extraordinarily pleased with himself.  “I can show you my expert moves in real life.”
                  Katelyn cringed.  Paintball- a woman’s nightmare date where she returns home with bruises on her boobs and butt as men consider those areas prime targets.
                  The fairy seemed to have the ability to read her thoughts as it wrapped one arm around its chest and held it’s tiny derriere in with the other.  It danced a painful little jig across his shoulder with tiny lips forming an “O.”
                  Katelyn’s giggle blended with the laugh of a child followed by a waterfall of pink lemonade.  Her surprise morphed into uncontrolled giggles when she saw the sticky liquid oozing down Seymore’s horn rimmed glasses.  His displeasure was obvious.
                  “Well, I never…”  He sputtered