It all started with a gal named Mavis Beacon. There I was, sitting in front of the computer screen, typing away with silly, yet addictive games teaching me where to place my fingers lightly (but firmly) on the "home row" of keys and how to properly rest my wrists. Each and every word spelled within the allotted time made me want to beat it by just that one letter the next time the clock ran out. Putting it simply ... I was hooked.When my eyes finally looked up, and away from the screen, a whole summer had gone by in the blink of an eye. (It's the summer where I began practicing typing so fervently that I gained my "need for speed" and to this day, quite proudly boast a typing speed of 85+ wpm, thank you very much) that's when my love affair with words (and writing) began and was realized.
I have a fantasy of sorts that I've only ever shared with one very close confidante o' mine in this whole entire world and can't believe that I'm feeling that it's time to talk (or type) it into existence here and now. (I guess if not here, then where ... right?) I've always been quite enamored with the idea of my very own white knight in shining armor, you know, "the one" ... but the man meant (and made) for me will have one very distinctly different gift that he will bring to shower me with ... no, no diamonds, roses or chocolates here. Nope. All that will make this girlie melt is a vintage typewriter. Yep, you read it right. A typewriter. The love of my life will hand me a typewriter with his promises and vows of undying love resting neatly typed on a fresh piece of paper sitting comfortably inside it. Hey, it's my fantasy here, folks.
So fellas, remember ... the way to woo and win this little chickadee's heart is simply showing up on my doorstep with a vintage typewriter in hand. *Sigh* Be still my heart.
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