How we met

Tell me all about how we met, but..... make it a lie and make it a good one !!! You can include anyone else you want too.

It was a cold and windy morning and I was stranded on the side of the road. It had been the worst morning. I was crying so hard that I didn't hear the tap on the window. It was you, a bus driver, transporting a bus full of missionaries.

Seoul, lynx, mel, cinder, 7bees, miri, soulmate, GG, deade, lafftur, tourist, jesuslives, dino, hamar, kinda, oldhermit, maxwell, shittim, magenta, soulweaver, calibob, lanolin, dusty R, jaumej, poinsetta, blue, zero, ruby, and a few more were all on that bus.

All of you pitched in with comfort and also changed my tire. You all asked me to join you for lunch at a near by coffee shop. I couldn't believe how kind and hospitable you all were to me. We had such a good time laughing and visiting. I felt like I had known you all for a long time. Before the day was out, I gave my heart to the lord. You and I have kept in touch and now I do missionary work with you and the crew.

I thought we agreed not to discuss that publicly.

I never include other people in my lies if they may be listening.

I mean, that's just courtesy isn't it?
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Sorry about including you in my fiction story...my hope was it was all in fun...

We arrived at the frozen pea section of the Supermarket at exactly the same time.Both reached for the handle of the refrigetator door. Our eyes met . Our hands touched! Electricity! Fireworks! A blast of cold air! We both knew. True love. Perfect match! Eternity together.

You owned a bakery right around the corner from my home, and if I'd come in right around closing you would give me really good deals on stuff that you were about to have to throw away. And whenever I had a really special occasion, I knew you could make the best cake for it.

Well I have this uncle who knows people. That's his best trait. He knows everybody around here, and while he doesn't like talking bad about the people he doesn't trust, he is always happy to talk good about the people he likes.

So when I needed a good mechanic I asked uncle Fred who I should go to. He recommended you. I've been taking my car to you ever since and you've never done me wrong.

Revelation 21:8
8 But for the cowardly and [d]unbelieving and abominable and murderers and immoral persons and sorcerers and idolaters and all liars, their part will be in the lake that burns with fire and [e]brimstone, which is the second death.”













(come on, you knew someone was going to do it)

Haha yes, I knew someone/ones was going to do it. I wish pipp you had said let's write fiction stories with the theme being meeting each other. Are fiction story tellers liars, if they tell the readers it is fiction?

I ate the cake you had sitting out on the table for your Nana's landmark birthday before anyone else could take a bite.

No lies, no remorse, and most importantly, no leftovers.

I knew it.....


*pokes you*

I stood at my table calmly observing the bustle of anticipatory activity as the judges entered the crowded pavilion, which was resplendently decorated in festive manner for this extravagant occasion. Colorful balloons of every hue hung mid air twenty feet above us; twenty feet above the helium-filled latex, rubber, and polychloroprene shapes, floods of bright summer sun filtered through the highly vaulted sky lights, unimpeded but for the momentary passing shadows of birds in flight as they cast their liquidly flowing silhouettes on gently billowing streamers and pastel walls. A murmur of muted eager anticipation stirred the air as the judges wended their way through the phalanx of cake-bearing stands and throng of attendees to deliver the final verdict at the front of the auditorium.

It had come down to just twelve of the original two thousand, four hundred and seventy two contestants, one from each of twelve categories, and all were present, many with family, friends, and loved ones to learn the outcome with the announcement of the winner. Weeks of diligent work had gone into preparing for this moment, and I marveled at how composed few of my fellow contestants still were. This was, after all, the be all and end all of bake-offs. The top prize was a million dollars, with the winning recipe to be feted and immortalized in numerous cook books in the coming years. Each of the eleven remaining contestants would drive away with a car and one hundred thousand dollars.

I noticed one woman who seemed completely unflustered by the anxious suspense that permeated the room as we awaited the final verdict's decision. Though we had not officially met due to our having entered in different divisions, I had come to know that she was a veteran competitor, and past winner of numerous bake-offs. Surrounded by many who had been long time supporters and grateful recipients of her love of baking, she unperturbedly returned my steady gaze. She was confident she would win. After all, she had never lost a competition before. We nodded good naturedly at each other as the judges took their places at the head of the room to face the congregation and begin their recounting of the week's events and drawl their congratulatory speeches.

Finally! At long last the judges prepared to announce the top winner. Weeks later her and I would laugh together at the resounding gasp that collectively rang through the incredulous crowd with the passing of two envelopes signalling an unprecedented tie. As we walked to the podium together, we linked arms and made our initial greetings. "Hi, I'm Pipp!" And, "Hello, nice to meet you, my name is Magenta."

I will never forget that memorable day

How did my Turkey Chili pot pie do?

And I won a turkey chili pot pie!

Well, won, stole... six of one, half a dozen of (burp) the other.

We arrived at the produce section at the same time. She took notice of me when I was thumping the honeydews checking for ripeness...

A five hundred dollar gas card, and an old Toyota would do...

Forget the car, I'll send a jet