Love Stories

This is Little D.

Little D lived alone for a long time.  There wasn't much for him to do.  Time was, he would spend hours watching people from his 14th-floor picture window. The view rarely disappointed.  Business people in the morning, noon hour, and early evening; delinquent teenagers and yuppie shoppers throughout the day; the trendy coming out to dine in the evening; the homeless late at night.

But one day, something started to change inside Little D.  The people-watching slowed, then ceased.  Any observer would have been able to see that Little D was suffering from a crippling depression.  The cruel twist of fate was that Little D was the chronic observer, and had no one to watch him.

The bad habits of the hopeless set in.

Little D was entering a spiral that seemed likely to end in disaster.

Little D!  Boxers go on your butt, under your pants!  Not on your head!

But, just when you hit rock bottom, life has a way of bouncing you back up.

That is an example of unspeakably bad writing.  Firstly, "you"?!  I don't mean you, I mean Little D.  Secondly, what an unutterably terrible cliché.  However.  I'm not going to delete it, because, in Little D's case, though possibly not in yours, since I simply cannot speak to your case, this is exactly what happened.  Here's how.

Little D ran out of underwear.  I won't go into the details of how he managed this, but yes, that last picture there did have something to do with it, and it did involve some experimentation Little D would like me to keep private.  The important thing is, one day, Little D found himself (commando, but at least he still had pants-pants to wear) in a lingerie shop.

That's where he met Li'l B.

Little D immediately noticed that Li'l B was not an ordinary monster.  Her velvet eyes were limpid pools of love and sincerity, not the loathing and pity he was accustomed to seeing every day in the mirror.  Little D went home that night with fresh underwear, a resolve to change, and Li'l B's eyes burned onto his retinas—in a good way.

Little D wasted no time in getting to know Li'l B.

He learned she was a literary monster ...

... who had her own demons to battle.

    

Love has its way of setting straight what needs straightening.  All it took for these two love-monsters was an awkward first date ...

... or two ...

... and a quickly-discovered mutual interest ...

... and love began to grow.

Life is good!

And love is beautiful.