Quote Originally Posted by Diane View Post
There once was an orchid named, Joey. He was a melancholy fellow, because he pined for company. There he sat...all alone on the windowsill. You can tell this isn't autobiographical! Wondering if he'd ever get to meet a girl... Joey, you're packing all the equipment you need, dude! And then, one day it happened!

She was tall, slim and gorgeous. Joey couldn't believe his luck! Long, lucious leaves reaching out toward the sun, and tender white fingers reaching out from her pot towards his... (perhaps she needed repotting...) Her scent - intoxicating! (delenatii influence???) The rich, red, shiny glory of her lips (obviously a multi-floral) was inviting and seductive. The sensuous, twisting tendrils of her tresses (must be some philippinenense involve) and the stunning glory of her dorsal made her irresistible...

Oh GAWD, it was so frustrating! He lived on the modest windowsill, the wrong side of the tracks, as it were. She was a sophisticated creature who led a pampered existence under the expensive light rack with others of her status. He could see--but not touch. He could hear the unkind jibes being whispered about him behind the well bred twisted petals. But the lady herself? She seemed not to notice the whispers of her peers. She held Joey in her gaze. Joey was only a NOID, but it was obvious the attraction was mutual.

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