Another Lover's Lament

 As she walked in that glass door, I knew, right then, that I was in love. And it wasn't another one of those things that seem to happen to dysfunctional, overweight housewives; but something special, that I couldn't explain. It was electric, something about her magenta lips, flowing sandy blond hair, and the way she said, "How much is the double beef with cheese?" seemed to strike a certain note within me. Perhaps a high C.
To set the record straight, this wasn't the first time that I had been in love. I was thinking about asking this one girl I knew a while ago to be my wife; but I guess I lost my nerve at the last minute when, just as I was about to ask the big question, she had to ask for my name again. But that was awhile ago, I'm ready for a commitment now, and as I gaze into the eyes of this natural beauty, with the dark and mysterious blue eyeshadow, I know that she could be the one, that this is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.
As I reply to her question (which, may I add, had a sensuous hint of adoring affection directed to me), "That is $1.99," my heart skips a full two beats. Maybe three, but who's counting. I then saw the way she stared at the value menu sign, in that special flirtatious way, pretending not to notice, of two people instantly attracted to each other in some cosmic pretense that very few people ever get to experience. And here she is, the goddess from every dream I have ever, and will ever dream; and she even seems vaguely familiar in one dream I had about pets. A certain indication of subconscious longing for...
"I can't read your sign," she said, as I felt all the boiling blood in my body instantly race to my head; "My sign?!" I exclaimed, and here I hit a roadblock, in that I never could remember whether I was an Aries or an...
"It seems a bit smeared, is the 'Bacon West Burger' $2.49?" and this time I knew I was going to faint; I could no longer take the double meanings and implications from this stark beauty. As I commenced to regain my composer, Mendelssohn's 'Wedding March' began to play in my head, over and over. And to make things even more like a fairy tale chance meeting, that we would be able to tell our kids about, it was just the four notes where now is sung "here comes the bride." It was either that or the beginning to a 'Doors' song. No time for that; my thoughts were a blur, and I felt around in my pocket for the plastic Cracker Jack ring, and all my strength was focused on the question at hand.
"Will..."
"Ya," she said. She said YES!!!!! "I guess I will just have a large French fry and..." so she wanted to go to Paris on our honnymo..."and...um...a, uh, cheeseburger." The way she said "cheese" made my heart melt right along with the thin slice of cheddar on the burger. "To go, please." I then raced around the back room, through the somke and steam, with the life of a new man, because, after all, this was my wife to be, and this was our first meal.
When I finished with the careful packing of her items, as to not have a single fry damaged in the her ride home, she asked how much it was. Oh, she is such a tease, and I love ever ounce of her in that gorgeous red dress. I couldn't believe that she wouldn't understand why I didn't let her pay. But, as she walked out the glass door, and I said, "Thank you, come again", I knew that this was going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
Now my vicious heart was wrenched in two, lusting after another woman, I could not believe it. Betraying my true and only one true love; and to make matters worse, with the woman in line behind her. Imagine how that beautiful blond with the seductive red dress would feel if she knew, and if she knew that it was with her the person behind her the whole time. A back-stabber; oh, love is a horrible game.
Is the agony that we all put ourselves through really worth it? That is the real question, but for now, I will have to be content being wickedly seduced by yet another burger-joint lover-em' and leave-em' queen.