[nilesfunnies] Bridled Passion

Bridled Passion

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.

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, 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
behaviour 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.

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
savoury character who was up to some good.

She told me who she was.
"What a perfect nomer," I said advertently.

The conversation became 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.