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She'd poured her heart into this. How?

She got up early and cleaned the apartment. Really cleaned the place from top to bottom including special effort in both the bathroom and the kitchen. For different reasons of course. It's not like she used the two rooms interchangeably. It's just that they were both equally messy. Living alone gave her the luxury to make a mess and to leave a mess. However, her special anticipated caller later that day moved her into action. It was going to be a special day that she anticipated would end in a special way. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink she thought merrily to herself.

She then spent the rest of the morning at the market. She had planned a special meal with her special someone and she was going to go all out with the most delicious hors d'oeuvres, freshest vegetables, chicken and fruit. She chuckled to herself over Archie Bunker calling them"horse ovaries" in that 70s TV show.

She got back to her apartment in the early afternoon and set to work preparing her grandmother's special chicken recipe, simple really, a slow cooker chicken stroganoff. Once that was underway she started work on her "horse ovaries". Marinated calamari with fennel, wild rice pancakes with smoked trout salad and some simple corn fritters ought to impress him.

About mid-afternoon she was ready to prepare dessert. This was to be her piece de resistance if the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. She carefully pulled together a grand raspberry and blueberry trifle, quite patriotic she thought with its red, white and blue layers.

When all was done and the kitchen cleaned once more she had just enough time for a quick shower and change of clothes, not to mention a dab of make-up. And she didn't need much more than a dab of make-up because the radiance from her all-day efforts still beamed from her cheeks and forehead.

Sooner than she realized 6:00 rolled around, the front door bell rang and there he was. And there were three other guys standing in the hallway with him.

"Hey, babe, I invited Dick, Frank and Leonard over to watch the Superbowl with us on your new 56 inch flat-screen TV you told me about. I hope you don't mind if things get a little rowdy."

Spurned, she sank slowly into a living room chair her elbows on her knees, her face in her hands aware of the male-induced noise level rising around her and thought "talk about un-re-quieted love!"

The prompts from Studio30+ this week were unrequited/spurned with which I of course took some liberties - and not with just the trifle.


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