Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective days mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch - either in illustration or word form - and the other would make a companion sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise might make both minds more nimble. Hopefully.
The trick is the blank book. It says: I am unwritten. We have no past, only clean white future. He read that somewhere.
What he couldn’t puzzle out is where all the ladies were. No ladies approached at the library - and the ratty-haired librarian yelled at him for having an open cup. No ladies approached at the park, gym or coffee shop. He still isn’t allowed back in the church, which was really just a big misunderstanding and he offered to pay for the damages but no dice.
Sadly, he’s come to accept the truth. That it’s not the come-hither beret, etc., that make the ladies flock. He’s missing something. There’s a trick he hasn’t mastered.
Bongos, he thinks. I need to add bongos, then I will be the Lothario of Smith Street.