A Forty-Year-Old Virgin

She stood well out from the crowd a brown paper bag over her head with four holes cut out for her eyes, nose and mouth. She proclaimed she was a virgin and you could very well see why. Imagine going out with someone who resembled the man in the iron mask. Her clothes were old fashion, hand-me-downs from her great grandmother. Other women got into trouble but it will never happen to me, everyone agreed it would never happen to her. She said she was waiting for Mr Right to come along. From the state of her, it would be a long time coming to, so everyone remarked and thought. Then the impossible happened, she met a man with a paper bag on his head. It was love at first sight. Right away, she knew this was the man for her. They married on the thirteenth, as neither was superstitious. The photographer at the wedding asked them to take off their bags. Slowly they removed them and everyone gasped, no one could believe their eyes. They looked like two butterflies emerging from their cocoons. Both were what you pictured the perfect couple should be. He was ruggedly handsome and she could have outshone any beauty queen. As for the paper bags they lived happily ever after as well. 13 September 2009