Love is Sometimes Scary

“I hope this doesn’t offend you,” Jake said to the woman he was now just meeting for the first time, “but you are the ugliest thing I have ever seen.”

“Thank you!  You have no idea how much that means to me!” she said with sincere glee to the stranger before her.  “And I hope you don’t mind me saying that you’re pretty grotesque yourself.”

“Honestly?  You’re not just saying that to be kind, I hope.”

“No, no,” she said reassuringly.  “You are truly repulsive looking.”

“Good, because the eyes alone took me two hours to perfect.”

Some people meet at bars, others through online dating, and for some it’s while they’re at work.  For Jake and Chelsea, it was at a mutual friend’s Halloween costume party.

“Could I get you some punch?” Jake asked Chelsea.

“Please.”

“With or without a floating candy eyeball?”

“With.  Candy eyeballs are fun!”

Candy eyeballs are fun; as is bobbing for brains, smashing a Glenda the Good Witch piñata, and sharing ghost stories.  Jake and Chelsea did all of those things, and because they were pretty much attached at the hip throughout the night, they did all of those things together.

“Hmmmm,” Chelsea said to her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she touched up the fake blood around her mouth.  “Maybe if this night continues to go as well as it has been, Jake and I could come to the party next year in a costume that literally has us attached at the hip.

Jake and Chelsea did go to next year’s party together, only attached to their hips were the little ghoul and the little goblin they welcomed into the world three months earlier.

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