"As I sit and stare out at the grey tinged city I call home I can't help but long for the warm breezes of summer past. I also cannot help but think that this is the first Christmas that I will be single. While others around me are making lists of things to buy for their husbands and wives I sit here and make lists of what I will buy myself. I long to sit on Santa's knee and whisper in his ear the thing I truly wish with all my heart to find wrapped under the tree in a big red bow....someone to love me. Someone to hold me in their arms and spend eternity telling me how much they love me, someone who loves my dry and weird sense of humor and who will be there when I have had a hard day to rub my shoulders and kiss my neck..Is this too much for me to ask for? Instead of underwear and chocolates couldn’t Santa and his reindeer find in their bag of goodies the man I have always dreamed for."
Kevin had been messing around on the net, popping in and out of mail lists, and in various Backstreet Boys chat rooms when he came across a list entitled Howie's Hootchies and Kevin's Kutie Pies. He had been intrigued by the name of the list and started reading the posts that had been left on the list. He had laughed when he had come across a girl from Ottawa who proclaimed herself to be Howie Hootchie #1 and insisting that when they came to town she was going to turn Howie into a man. He had scrolled through about 15 messages when he came across one post that brought tears to his eyes. He had been drawn to the words and felt that he could almost feel the loneliness and passion in which the writer had written the words. He printed the message off and put it in his backpack. He searched for more posts from the anonymous poster but that one was the only that appeared. He shut off the computer and got ready for bed.
~~**~~
Skylar turned off her computer and stretched. She often said that she
was
only going down to check her emails but ended up spending hours
searching
the web. Her back was aching and she knew that she had been sitting in
the
chair for more than the hour she had promised herself. She looked at
the
time. Eleven pm, hmmm enough time to jog down to the bakery and get some
day old
bread for lunch tomorrow Skylar laced up her cross trainers, put her
leash
on Max, her old and beloved St. Bernard and ran down the street into
the
crisp evening air.
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