Ralph took out his notebook. Time to put theory into practice. This endeavor had cost him three months of his life. Time to see how well he had done. He just wondered which one to try out first. Ralph closed his eyes, spun his finger in the air and plopped it down on the page.
Nope, that missed every single one!
He closed his eyes and did it again. This time, when he opened his eyes, he found his finger pointing at number 22. That one should be a good one. The butterflies in his stomach started to tango. He read it over five times and then silently mumbled it until it felt natural.
Ralph turned to the person sitting on the barstool beside him. She wore a black dress that left everything up to the imagination. Her hair was tied back. She stared at her drink like it held the secret of life.
She was perfect!
He took a deep breath and said, “I’m no physicist, but even in zero-g I would fall for you.”
She looked at him, and he had hope. “But honey, I am a physicist.” She picked up her glass. “And everything creates gravity.” She proceeded to pour the contents of her drink into his lap. “Just it’s a bit stronger here.” She slowly got up and sauntered away.
He took out his pencil and crossed out 22. Only one 199 more to try. He just wished he had brought a spare pair of pants.
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