True love is one of those unparalleled life events. I knew, as I hung by a thread, that I needed to get out there and find someone. I've thought about putting an ad in the personals, thanks to suggestions (or were they jokes?) made by Co., but worry my reputation would be an issue. You see, my name, Pulpito, is more of a nickname in Spain. Actually, it's a negative term associated with guys who are all over you. All arms. But give me a break, eight legs, kissing, of course they are all doing their own thing . . . and before you know it you've gotten this reputation.
So no online dating services for me. Nope. Nada.
Co. said that there's a bar down the street, but they aren't sure what my type would be. Funny, I thought I was always talking about myself, but I guess I've never talked about my first love, Sirena. (Sire for short.)
She was beautiful. Regal. Strong. And all the octis wanted her. But she only had eyes for me. For a brief time it was just Sire and I. She'd swim to my place and we'd snuggle. I'd swim over to hers and we'd cuddle. It was perfect for a moment, then, it was gone.
To find a love as unique as what Sire and I had is unfathomable but I'm going to try.
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