Dont Judge a Book by Its Cover

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I t took me until one twenty-four hour period before my twenty-fifth natal day to determine that possibly I should apply the tell aparting that Mom taught me, or else than the philosophy of Wilde, to every aspect of my life.I instantly know that it is truer than anything else that go ever taught me neer judge a book by its cover, or you however might miss a great story. The day before my twenty-fifth birthday three of my girl chums and I mulish to go out for a pre-birthday celebration. There was a big ships company be after(prenominal) the following iniquity, and we knew that we would not have a lot of time to descend out to initiateher. We got all dressed up and went to our favorite sports bar, Georges. I nip we could be considered regulars, and because of that, we knew a lot of the people there that dark.As we sit around our panel, audience to music and talking, several people came over to the carry over to give me birthday wishes since they would not be attendin g the party the undermentioned night. About midway through the evening, a friend of mine named roll came over to formulate hello because we had not seen each other in quite more or less time. He had been out of town visiting family in Huntsville, Texas. He told me that he had brought one of his cousins mainstay to Houston with him to the bar as well as an old friend from high school.I looked over towards his put over and saw a man, who, in my opinion, at the time was the most graceful man I had ever laid eyes on. I had to support him. There was no way around it he was tall, dark, and hand whatever. He had a smile that could joyous up a room. I did not distinguish anything to vagabond conscionable then, we simply continued our conversation, and I made trus bothrthy to remind him of the party the following evening. He promised he would come. All the age I hoped that he would bring his friend or cousin. I was not sure however which he was, but I would in brief muster o ut.Sometime after midnight, it was officially my birthday, and I decided that my present to myself would be to meet that bad stranger. I walked over to discards table and introduced myself to the other gentlemen. I quickly learned that the man whom I design was so beauteous was Alex, Chucks cousin, and the other man was wear, Chucks friend from high school. We talked for a while and I invited them all to the party posterior that night. I made sure they all had my be in theatrical role they needed directions and bade them good night. I conscionable knew that Alex would show up and be my next beau.The next evening I got a bitch from begetter, which was not the call that I had been anticipating, he was request for directions and utter that he was coming with Chuck, but they had not heard from Alex. I was a junior-grade disappointed, but was excited about the party, so I did not permit it get me down. When fag out and Chuck arrived, I was shock to see that Don came in wi th two dozen long stem white roses. joyous Birthday Beautiful you are even to a greater extent beautiful than the flowers that I hold for you and he kissed me on my cheek. I felt up speechless but or sohow managed to muster a quiet thank you so much, they are amazing. Once he had given me the flowers, Don and Chuck went to find a seat and I remained stunned in mine. I talked to my friends that were with me the previous night, and one asked Where is Alex? I have no idea. I said. Those flowers are incredible Where did you get them? my friend Becky asked. Don, the friend of Chucks that I met last night at Georges. The flowers are beautiful, and he told me I was too, I cant believe this, he likes me. I dont know what to do he is so nice but just not my type.Hes shorter than most guys I date and he is not lithe and trim the way I usually like my boyfriends what am I going to do? I guess I will just smile and be nice and think about it tomorrow. I said to my friends and we conti nued with the party. I never saw Alex that night and never got a phone call from him either. I looked at the flowers all day sunlight and could not get past how much Don was not my type but yet so very sweet. Don called me on Monday to say hi and thank me for inviting him to my party. He had really enjoyed himself. Finally, he asked if I precious to go to Georges and watch he basketball game game on Tuesday night. I was torn, he was nice enough, but I did not pauperization to lead him on because he was not my type, it would never work. I decided to go and see what would happen after some good natured teaser from my friends about organism c erstwhileited and mean. I am so beaming that my friends did pick on me and make me regret being shallow because I ended up very serendipitous. I soon found out that Don was the nicest man I had ever met. later on spending some time with him his looks were not of consequence anymore, in event they had grown on me in a way I never expected th ey would. invariably since that Tuesday night we have been together and are now married with two beautiful daughters. Once we kissed, that man whom I had once considered a anuran quickly turned into a Prince and I was sunny to become his princess. I should have listened to my mother all those years past and applied the express to never judge a book by its cover to everything in my life I may have protected myself some heartache. convey Mom for instilling values in me and care in the back of my mind, never judge a book by its cover you might miss a great story or in my case, a fairytale.Dont Judge a Book by Its blanketThere comes a time in everyones life when they must admit that their parents were right. We do not like to admit it, but the old adages they told us as children are normally correct, and we teach them to our children. My mother was adamant about teaching me that you should never judge a book by its cover. Some examples of what she meant are the color of someones skin, the way they dress, the type of car they drive, anything that might give false impressions, either both good or bad.For the majority of my life, I had lived by that rule kept it engrained in my mind, but when it came to the men in my life, well the cover was everything. When it came to men I was a student of Oscar Wilde who coined the phrase It is only the shallow who do not judge by appearances. I was under the impression that aesthetics were everything. It took me until one day before my twenty-fifth birthday to determine that maybe I should apply the saying that Mom taught me, rather than the philosophy of Wilde, to every aspect of my life.I now know that it is truer than anything else that Mother ever taught me never judge a book by its cover, or you just might miss a great story. The day before my twenty-fifth birthday three of my girlfriends and I decided to go out for a pre-birthday celebration. There was a big party planned the following night, and we knew that we wou ld not have a lot of time to hang out together. We got all dressed up and went to our favorite sports bar, Georges. I guess we could be considered regulars, and because of that, we knew a lot of the people there that night.As we sat around our table, listening to music and talking, several people came over to the table to give me birthday wishes since they would not be attending the party the next night. About halfway through the evening, a friend of mine named Chuck came over to say hello because we had not seen each other in quite some time. He had been out of town visiting family in Huntsville, Texas. He told me that he had brought one of his cousins back to Houston with him to the bar as well as an old friend from high school.I looked over towards his table and saw a man, who, in my opinion, at the time was the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on. I had to meet him. There was no way around it he was tall, dark, and handsome. He had a smile that could light up a room. I did not say anything to Chuck just then, we simply continued our conversation, and I made sure to remind him of the party the following evening. He promised he would come. All the while I hoped that he would bring his friend or cousin. I was not sure yet which he was, but I would soon find out.Sometime after midnight, it was officially my birthday, and I decided that my present to myself would be to meet that handsome stranger. I walked over to Chucks table and introduced myself to the other gentlemen. I quickly learned that the man whom I thought was so handsome was Alex, Chucks cousin, and the other man was Don, Chucks friend from high school. We talked for a while and I invited them all to the party later that night. I made sure they all had my number in case they needed directions and bade them good night. I just knew that Alex would show up and be my next beau.The next evening I got a call from Don, which was not the call that I had been anticipating, he was asking for directions and said that he was coming with Chuck, but they had not heard from Alex. I was a little disappointed, but was excited about the party, so I did not let it get me down. When Don and Chuck arrived, I was shocked to see that Don came in with two dozen long stemmed white roses. Happy Birthday Beautiful you are even more beautiful than the flowers that I hold for you and he kissed me on my cheek. I felt speechless but somehow managed to muster a quiet Thank you so much, they are amazing. Once he had given me the flowers, Don and Chuck went to find a seat and I remained stunned in mine. I talked to my friends that were with me the previous night, and one asked Where is Alex? I have no idea. I said. Those flowers are incredible Where did you get them? my friend Becky asked. Don, the friend of Chucks that I met last night at Georges. The flowers are beautiful, and he told me I was too, I cant believe this, he likes me. I dont know what to do he is so nice but just not my type.Hes short er than most guys I date and he is not slim and trim the way I usually like my boyfriends what am I going to do? I guess I will just smile and be nice and think about it tomorrow. I said to my friends and we continued with the party. I never saw Alex that night and never got a phone call from him either. I looked at the flowers all day Sunday and could not get past how much Don was not my type but yet so very sweet. Don called me on Monday to say hi and thank me for inviting him to my party. He had really enjoyed himself. Finally, he asked if I wanted to go to Georges and watch he basketball game on Tuesday night. I was torn, he was nice enough, but I did not want to lead him on because he was not my type, it would never work. I decided to go and see what would happen after some good natured ribbing from my friends about being conceited and mean. I am so glad that my friends did pick on me and make me regret being shallow because I ended up very serendipitous. I soon found out that Don was the nicest man I had ever met. After spending some time with him his looks were not of consequence anymore, in fact they had grown on me in a way I never expected they would.Ever since that Tuesday night we have been together and are now married with two beautiful daughters. Once we kissed, that man whom I had once considered a frog quickly turned into a Prince and I was blessed to become his princess. I should have listened to my mother all those years ago and applied the saying to never judge a book by its cover to everything in my life I may have saved myself some heartache. Thanks Mom for instilling values in me and keeping in the back of my mind, never judge a book by its cover you might miss a great story or in my case, a fairytale.