My Fairy Tale.

Once upon a time I was different than I am today. I was outgoing, I was animated, I was flirtatious (can you believe that one?).

Once upon a time when I had an interest in somebody I actually tried to do something about it, instead of just sitting back and hoping they'd find some reason to like me in return.

Once upon a time when I was still Me, before I became Him, people fell for me as often as I fell for them.

Once upon a time I would have been able to charm those women that now run roughshod over me.

Once upon a time I could have sounded the call to war, and swept those women me off thier feet.

Once upon a time I read books, and now I use thier words to warn others of what is to come:

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass leaving memories that become legend, then fade to myth, and are long forgot when that Age comes again. In the Age of my courage, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a call went out to martial the forces of romance. The cry was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

"Cry havoc! And let slip the dogs of war!"

My appologies to Robet Jordan for mangling his words.

My appologies also to anyone suffering the misfortune of having read this nonsense ;)