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The sharp pain of the silver fork digging into his thigh bought Ralph back to his senses, at least for a moment. He'd promised himself before setting out on his date with Precilla that despite her beauty, he'd maintain his aloof facade for as long as possible.
It was clearly his ability to feign
control in her presence which had set him apart from the army of prospective suitors who would dearly love to be sitting here, in the warm flicker of candle light, as Precilla gently purred out the details of another story that Ralph wasn't quite focussing on. He'd try to concentrate, but his mind would be drawn to how effortlessly she could lift those heavy lashes, the pearlescence of her teeth, and the way she could hold his gaze more comfortably that he could relax into her deep brown eyes.
Beneath his smart brown cords, Ralphs leg was beginning to resemble a pincushion. He had promised himself that if he was about to say anything that sounded too Mills-and-Boonish, a quick thigh stab with his fork should bring him back from embarrassing himself. After all, he thought, this was an experiment.
If were honest, Ralph was a bit uptight.
Anyway, it seemed like theyd been in each others company for ages (Ralph had been about to comment that it seemed 'like an eternity', hence the swift and subtle pressure of silver to flesh. But how long had they been together, talking? Exploring? Romancing?
Well, according to his trusty black plastic Casio wristwatch, it was 3 hours since hed had his last breath mint, straightened his tie, and buzzed on Precillas intercom. But it seemed like so much longer a sure sign that they were getting on well. Time to check how long theyd been together in valentime. He glanced at the rather embarrassingly pink and fluffy watch on his other wrist. 7 hours theyd been together, now, according to valentime.
Ralph was still trialing his invention, but it seemed to be working. Now dont worry about what those scientists say, we all know that your heart beats faster when youre in love, and the valentime watch checks the pulse running through your wrist and moves the second hand forward for each heartbeat.
Clearly, he loved Precilla five 'valentime hours'. He felt like he loved her five valentime hours. He felt good. Time's relative, eh?
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Design flaw: if seeing her makes you skip a heartbeat, says he who dito doth duly doff. + |
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For short timings, this would be a problem. But, as long as you only miss one beat, and time for an hour or more, we should be able to calibrate it. |
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But it seems like only yesterday that I met the love of my life... |
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So, when speed dating, does one use Valentime Cards? |
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Oh course, theres the problem that always arises when you quantify the unquantifiable.
I love you, Ralph, Pricilla says.
I love *you*, Pricilla, he replies.
They eyes lock in a virtual embrace for what seems like days. They sigh frequently, lashes fluttering, hearts racing.
Pricilla steals a glance at her valentime watch, squeals, Oh Ralph, I love you *eight* hours!
Ralph smiles stupidly, glances at his own watch, sees that he loves Pricilla only five hours. *Shit, oh shit!* He jabs the fork into his thigh repeatedly, forcing his heart into ventricular tachycardia, the numbers on his valentime racing along. Rolling on up...rolling up to eight in no time at all. |
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How does it compensate for too much coffee or ogling neighbouring diners? |
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If Ralph is doing so great with the fork, why does he even need the watch? |
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I could never trust a man with a fluffy, pink watch. + |
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According to this watch of yours, my wife and I have been together for twenty five years tomorrow.
Isn't that the gold anniversary?. |
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//Which would make February 14 the summer equinox...// |
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Either that, or all the dateless are travelling close to the speed of light. |
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I'll take the speed of light ... |
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"No _way_ did that last an hour, darling" |
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Depends which watch you're looking at, luv. |
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Don't change your hair for me,
Not if you care for me,
Stay little valentine, Stay.
Each day is valentines day.
I thought it had been dragging <taps valentime watch> |
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Psst... 2 fries... *Silver* |
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Instead of pink and fluffy, how about that pink-tinted Black Hills gold? That would look better for guys, and girls who aren't crazy about fuzzy stuff. |
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It would tickle less though. |
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I must really love my job. It drags on for an eternity. |
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