Hello!! It has been a very long time since I last posted in this blog. So much has happened in these many months. So many lessons that I have learned and so many more in the making. I asked and was given permission to relate the following story.

Tis spring and as always, many young (and not so young) fancies turn to romance, amour, LOVE. One night I went to a “Tupperware” party, aka “Ladies Night Out“. The game of the night was to write down our most heart-felt fantasy and then one of the ladies would read them out loud and we had to guess which fantasy belonged to which woman. Needless to say, I was quite impressed with some of the imaginations there.

One of the fantasies at first seemed very simplistic to me. The more I thought about it though, I realized that there are two kinds of fantasies. There’s the kind where you dream of inheriting a gadzillion dollars, a castle in a foreign country, fifty-two hundred thousand servants to fulfill your every whim, a personal trainer that will give you a body that countries would go to war over and a handsome exotic pool boy (legal age of course) with an unpronounceable name that gives great back massages. It’s fun to let your mind wander there on occasion, but is as likely to happen as I am to get a date with Shepard Smith. It just ain’t gonna happen.

Then there are the fantasies that one can envision with a certain amount of hope that at some point in time, it is actually going to play out in the realm of real life experience. It was a sweet fantasy with a hint of Hollywood theatrics. Vixenrella’s fantasy was that the fox of her dreams would come waltzing into her place of employment, all rakish-like and take her away from the ho-hum life of retail and single-hood. Yup, you have it, something out of ‘An Officer and A Gentleman’. What woman wouldn’t love that? The Fox their heart yearns for making a public declaration of his love, staking His claim and whisking her away to His den. Makes the ol’ heart go pitty-patter, doesn’t it?

For such fantasies to become reality there have to be some elements in place to make them viable. First and foremost, there has to be a Fox in the picture. Figments of the imagination never waltz in public. Ok, maybe they do, but no one else sees them. You don’t dare point them out to anyone unless you are prepared for a date with several people all wanting to gift you with a lovely new white jacket. Custom fitted of course, but hardly designer quality.

So what’s the point? You have to have real flesh & blood human beings to have a true romantic moment. Otherwise they just comment on the exit interview, ‘walked off the job’. That in itself is no big deal. It happens in companies everyday. No one takes notice or remembers those that have suddenly terminated their gainful employment nor does it have the flavor of a Lifetime movie moment.

Secondly, said Fox has to have the soul of a poet, a touch of the romantic, a hint of the quixotic. People may stop and take notice if Billy Joe Jim Bob drives up in His rusty pick-up truck, coon dogs hanging off the tail gate, rebel flag in the back glass blowing in the breeze, Hank Williams Junior blaring on the radio, honking His horn and yelling, “Hurry up Gal! The race is about start and we still have to stop by the liquor store for more beer!!” Doesn’t have the same romantic effect now does it?

Last, but not least, a vixen has to make her wishes known. As much as we would like to think that the deepest desires of our hearts can be communicated through subtle hints and strategically dropped suggestions, again, IT AIN’T GONNA HAPPEN. State what you want and be specific. Go into graphic detail and use lots and LOTS of words. Paint them a picture and while you’re at it, try your very best to make them think it was THEIR idea from the get-go. If He’s open and willing, it won’t be as hard to accomplish as you think.

The lovely Vixenrella has A) a Fox, B) a Fox with a sense of romance, style and adventure, and C) knows what she wants, needs and desires from life and a Mate, and is able to effectively communicate these things. I can hear the strains of “Love Lift Us Up Where We Belong” even now.

Life has not always been kind to Vixenrella. She’s gone through some very tough circumstances and kissed a few hounds along the way. I think that’s part of the fairy tale, too. You really know when a Fox has trotted into your life if you have a few hounds to compare Him to. He will do His best to heal and cherish your heart, not take it for granted and break it.

It’s been a joy to watch Vixenrella’s transformation since her Fox came into her life. She glows with an inner light. She smiles and laughs a lot. There is a softer, yet tougher aura about her. He lends to her an additional strength. It is obvious that He “completes” her. I’m sure she does all things for Him as well.

Vixenrella hoped against hope that her fantasy would come true, but He never really confirmed or denied that it would. Many a vixen has been promised the fulfillment of many a dream, only to find out it was all a pipe dream. All promise, no substance. She knew she was leaving the company and as her last day wore on it looked more and more like her dream would remain just that, a dream.

And then it happened. Her handsome Fox waltzed (figuratively of course) into the store, entourage in tow, dressed smartly in His uniform, carrying an armload of red roses. She came back to say her final good-byes, arm-in-arm with her Foxy Beau, wearing His cap, arms filled with long-stemmed red roses and the most beatific smile you have ever seen. I think Mona Lisa and Paula would have been envious. Kudos to Officer Fox!!

It’s hard to discount the fairy tale when you see a version of it unfolding in front of your eyes. When she had almost given up hope, hope found her, right where she was at. My congratulations and best wishes to Sir Officer Fox and Vixenrella. WAY TO GO!!

Til next time... Love, sassy v  

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