Science helps to make your wishes come true.
The mind control of wishing and wishing upon a star, somewhere over the rainbow is already here.
Are you tired of mind control that doesn't work most times for most people? Have you been making a wish and wishing upon a star? Don't fret because now science can create the perfect love formula to make your romantic dreams come true, whatever they are.
Our parents controlled our minds, as soon as we were old enough to understand what they were saying. They told us to wish for the things and for the toys that we wanted. They controlled our minds by making us believe in things that didn't exist, Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and even the Boogie Man. Believing in all of those things, mind control was alive and well in my house.
Mind control started early with humankind. Only, for the most part, it started with Madison Avenue selling things in the fifties and sixties. With marketing strategies, advertising campaigns, special promotions, and all of us being abused and bombarded by millions of radio and television commercials, and now with the Internet flashing ads at our eyes, the control we gave up of our minds, as children, to our parents, never ended, as adults, to commercial interruptions.
This is a story about the oldest form of mind control, making a wish and wishing upon a star. Knowing full well, as an adult, that we don't have a hope and a prayer of getting our wish, nonetheless, because of the mind control our parents reinforced over our early childhood development, we continue wishing for the things that we want as an adult. We can't help ourselves. Why not? It doesn't cost us anything to wish for something or for someone who we want. We never know. We just may be one of the lucky ones and get our wish. It happens and if you don't wish, you don't get. Yet, God forbid our wish comes true, then believing that we can just wish for something else and get whatever it is we wished for, we're hooked for life.
Hope springs eternal writes Alexander Pope in his poem.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Wishin' and a hopin' never hurt no one. For those of you who are in the dark about the difference between making a wishing and wishing upon a star, they are two very different concepts. Wishing is when blowing out the candles of your birthday cake.
"Surprise! Happy Birthday, Freddie! Make a wish and blow out your candles."
"I wish I were younger and all the women, who are now present with me in the room and are over the age of 18 and under the age of 65 were naked."
"Gees, Freddie, you wish for that every year and it never comes true. Now put your clothes back on and blow out your candles."
Wishing is when you mindlessly think in passing of all the things that happen and/or that you'd wish would happen, as you go about your day.
I wish he'd go away. I wish she'd stop talking. I wish he or she was dead. I wish I didn't have to go to work today. I wish my car would start. I wish I hadn't done that or said that. I wish a big gush of wind would blow up her skirt and flash me her panties. I wish her bikini top would pop off and show me her tits. I wish I was taller, thinner, richer, stronger, smarter, and had a bigger cock or bigger tits. Notice that I didn't write that I wish I had a bigger cock and bigger tits. That's an entirely different story for the transsexual and transgender category.
Wishing upon a star is, by far, the more powerful of wishes. It has to be to reach its final distant destination. Wishing upon a star is when you look up to the sky, pick a star, and make your wish. Magically, your wish skyrockets from your mind on planet Earth into the sky and past the troposphere, stratosphere, mesosphere, thermosphere, exosphere, ionosphere, and past the inner and outer Van Allen belts away from Earth's gravitational pull to the nearest star, 4.3 light-years or 5,865,696,000,000 times 4.3 = 25,222,492,800,000 miles away. Wow! Amazing, isn't it?
That wishing on a star stuff is really powerful. Perhaps, the only thing that is more powerful is prayer. Prayers have much further to travel than to the nearest star. Oh, yeah, they do; they really do. Prayers must travel to the end of outer space, back in time, and all the way to the beginning of the big bang. I realize it may be a difficult concept to understand, but if you're rocketing through space fast enough to get where you need to go in the time you need to get there, you must travel faster than the speed of light. There's the rub, in traveling faster than the speed of light, you're actually traveling backwards and going back in time. Weird, huh?
Only instead of rocketing up to the stars, fortunately, prayers have a pipeline straight to Heaven. Otherwise, prayers would never reach their final distant destination in time. It's just too far. Prayers have to travel past the furthest star, past outer space and into the Heavens where God is sitting there doing nothing but waiting for your personal prayer to arrive. I know, and you thought He was busy.
Now, so as to not offend those who are religious, notice that I didn't place prayer and praying with making a wish and wishing on a star. I needed to make that distinction, so the holy rollers don't boycott my web site and ban reading my story in, where else, in Boston. Although one has nothing to do with the other, when you think about it, both wishing and prayers have the same hoped for final result. The power of prayer, for those who are religious transcends any earthly power, even Michael Jordan, who thinks he's a God, is no match for prayer. Go figure. I never knew he was a God, until he told all of us he was, at his Hall of Fame acceptance speech. Some ego, huh? I thought he was just a great basketball player, now retired.
Hey, I'm not a fool. I'm hedging all my bets, just in case there is a God, in case there is Heaven, and especially in case, there is a Hell. I don't want to piss anyone off, especially God.
I imagine those who are religious pray, wish, and wish upon a star for what they want, whereas the rest of us non-believers, that is not to write that I am a non-believer, only have wishing and wishing upon a star at our disposal. Non-believers don't have the power of prayer working in their favor. Those of us, who are non-believers, may be at a disadvantage against those who believe in God and who not only pray but also wish and wish upon a star. Nonetheless, most times, the three seem to go hand in hand, praying, wishing, and wishing upon a star.
Before we get started on our trip to the stars, I want to hear from those of you who prayed, made a wish for, and/or wished upon a star for things, especially from those who got their prayers answered and wishes granted. With the advent of a new year, 'tis the season, after all, of goodwill to men and to woman, and miracles. We can't forget about miracles. E-mail me or leave a public comment at the end of this story to Reverend Freddie.
I'm especially eager to hear from those people who won the mega lottery jackpot prize. Tell me your secret to winning the lottery. Did you recite a special prayer over and again? Or was it in the way in which you wished? What was it that targeted the lucky laser scope of the lottery on your fortunate ass?
Usually, we wish for the good health of someone else, the health of our child, after an accident or the health of a parent, after an illness. What did you wish for, what happened, and how did you feel, after you got your wish? Or worse, how did you feel when your prayers weren't answered and/or you did not get your wish. That's where faith steps in to stop you from questioning God's reasoning. Now, grab your favorite beverage, relax and let's get started.
Of course, you all remember Judy Garland in the Wizard of Oz playing Dorothy. Boy, much like it's a Wonderful Life with Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed, we can watch that movie a hundred times and never tire of watching it, kind of, not really, not at all. I'm so sick of those movies and that song. Of course, you all remember the song that made Judy Garland famous, Somewhere Over The Rainbow, music by Harold Arlen and lyrics by E. Y. Harburg. Enough already, but here again, it is, in brevity, one more time.
"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. There's a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true. Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops. That's where you'll find me."
Yeah, even little Dorothy back then in 1939 was wishing upon a star. Only, you have to hope that her wish wasn't for Mickey Rooney, when he played Andy Hardy. That poor woman was surrounded by munchkins. When you think about it, though, look what all that wishing upon a star got her, a wonderful singing and movie career, loads of money, five failed marriages, alcohol and drug dependency, rehab and eventually death from her ruined health. Rest in peace Dorothy, I mean, Judy. "Follow the yellow brick road."
Do you remember Walt Disney's character Jiminy Cricket performed by Cliff Edwards? A city kid, Boston born and raised, who thought the country was anywhere with trees, I was 11-years-old, before I realized that crickets didn't talk. Hey, what did I know, it was the fifties? I was naive.
I remember when my father stepped on a cricket and I was certain that he killed Jiminy, until I saw him on television that night. Boy, what a relief that was. Nonetheless, I still felt bad that one of Jiminy's relatives was squashed beneath my Dad's big foot.
Anyway, the Wonderful World of Disney was the last program that I was allowed to stay up and watch before my bedtime on Sunday nights. Jiminy was famous for getting us all to wish upon a star to make our dreams come true. Only, to be honest, not one of my wishes ever came true. Ned Washington was the one who wrote the lyrics.
"When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are. Anything your heart desires will come to you. If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme. When you wish upon a start, as dreamers do. Fate is kind. She brings to those who love the sweet fulfillment of their secret longing. Like a bolt out of the blue fate steps in and sees you through. When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true."
Now, everyone, Rose Royce, Jordin Sparks, Beyonce Knowles, and Jay-Z have their own version of the song, "Wishing On A Star." Only, their songs aren't nearly the same and not nearly as powerful than when Jiminy, that cute little cricket dressed in a suit and top hat, made us all believe all we had to do was to wish on a friggin' star. If he was here right now, I'd stomp on him and squish him into the ground, after spending my life wishing on a star and never, ever getting my wish.
"I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are. I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means. And I'm wishing on the rainbows that I see. I'm wishing on the people who really dream. And I'm wishing on tomorrow rains never come. And I'm wishing on the other things we never done."
Wishing and wishing upon a star is nothing new and continues to give those who need it the hope to continue, the determination to persevere, and the ability to believe that miracles can and do happen. When I was a kid, I believed that making a wish and wishing upon a star worked. Then, again, when I was a kid, I believed in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and the Boogie Man. I believed that good prevails over evil with the easily identified good guys wearing white hats and bad guys wearing black hats, and to trust those in authority because they have your best interest at heart.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned..."
Yeah, we all know what happens next, when the priests tells you to get down on your knees.
I'd look up at the sky every night, picked a star, and make my wish. Even though I wished for the same things, closing my eyes tighter, and concentrating harder to make my wishes reach the stars faster and ahead of all the other wishes from all the other needy kids, I never got my wishes: a Lionel train, a Flexi-flyer sled, a kiss from Marguerite, and my own room that I didn't have to share with my younger brother. Still, that didn't stop me from wishing and wishing upon a star the next night and the night after that and even today, while playing the lottery.
"What's the number?"
After more than fifty freaking years of making wishes and wishing upon a star, I still can't win the lottery. What the Hell? I don't know, maybe it has to do with the design of my roof. Perhaps, if I had a flat roof instead of a slanted one, one that had a skylight, I'd get my wish. Maybe with the slanted roof, my wish goes off in a different direction. I even tried standing on the roof and I'm surprised I haven't fallen off my roof. Maybe, it would work better if I had a tile roof instead of a slate roof. I don't know. And, now that I think of it and am on the subject of it, I wish I had all those coins that I threw in fountains over the years back in my pocket. I'd be a rich man today.
"Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight."
C'mon, be honest, how many of you still look up at the star filled sky and make your wish? Okay, I admit it. I still wish upon a star, only now I make more adult appropriate wishes. My first wish is to grant me more wishes, a million wishes. Hey, I'm no fool. How much good is one wish going to do me, anyway, especially when I'd have to pay income taxes on whatever I got? Yeah, you got that right. My second wish is wishing for a tax exemption.
Yeah, sure, after wasting some wishes on health, happiness, family, and friends, I start wishing for the good stuff, a blue Ferrari 612 Scaglietti with red leather seats, a huge home furnished and decorated on the ocean in southern California, Cameron Diaz in my bed naked, horny, in the mood without a headache or her period, and in love with me, and enough money that my great, great, great grandchildren will never have to work a day in their spoiled, rotten, miserable lives.
"Mother, how did great, great, great grandfather get all this money? Was it Middle Eastern oil, blood diamonds, serving the public as a thieving public servant or did he own a prescription drug company and gouge the poor for the medications that they needed to stay not only healthy but also alive?"
"He wished upon a star."
"Wow!"
"Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are?" Yet, instead of "what you are", humor me and substitute the words "where you are," since that phrase is more appropriately befitting this story.
"Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder where you are?" Where is the person of your love? Let's try another version of that again. "Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder who you are?" Who is the person of your love?
In case you were wondering with all the text about making a wish and wishing upon a star, this story is about making a wish and wishing upon a star for love, romance, and sex. Ah, now, we're talking and now I got your interest haven't I? Now you're curious about this story aren't you and want to see where I am going with it. And you thought it was just going to be about making a wish on a cloud of matter composed of 91.2% hydrogen and 8.7% helium with the remaining 0.1% contents composed of trace elements of oxygen, carbon, nitrogen, silicon, magnesium, neon, iron, and sulfur. "Ha!" How foolish of you to think that. After reading some of my other stories, you should know better.
Yes, I know you're sitting there with your cock or vibrator in your hand waiting for the sexual parts and I can assure you that they will follow soon, only please be patient. I promise to reward your patience with enough sex to make it worth the wait. C'mon, think about it, you have to have an introduction before you can have sex with someone. I don't know about you, but I would never walk up to a woman, who I just met and expect sex.
"Hi, how are you? I'm Freddie. Okay, enough of the pleasantries. I'm done with the chitchat. Take off your clothes. I want to fuck you now."
"Police!"
First, we must have conversation, a date or two or more and a romantic connection, before we find ourselves intimate and in bed, on the coffee table, under the kitchen table, or on the grass in the public park with someone.
"Freddie, giving me a ride home from work yesterday, having lunch together today, Dutch, I might add, at McDonalds, of all cheap places, and bumping into me at the Mall does not constitute three dates. We are not dating. We are not boyfriend and girlfriend. And no, for the last time, I will not have sex with you. Get up off your knees, please; people think you are proposing to me. And for God's sakes, please put on your clothes. Aren't you cold?"
We don't know with whom we will fall in love with or where and when it will materialize. We all go through life in a daze waiting for something to happen, waiting for lightning to strike, hoping to hear music, a symphony, a melody, a jingle, our song, and to feel goose bumps with the magic of the moonlight, the sunrise, the sunset, the dim light from the street light, or from your cell phone, while waiting for Hell to freeze over, before we find that special person of our dreams.
"Gees! Angelina Jolie is already taken, but Pamela Anderson just filed for divorce, again. Come to think of it, now that Elizabeth Taylor is old and infirmed, I may have a better chance bedding her, if only she would answer my fan mail."
Only it never works out that way and always, unless we want to be alone and lonely for the rest of our lives, we must settle for someone who is less than we had hoped and imagined.
"Yes, well, he's not that bad looking and he has a good job," you say hoping to convince yourself in preparation to settle for someone less.
"Yes, well, she's not that bad looking and she swallows," you say hoping to convince yourself in preparation to settle for someone less.
Yet, what if we didn't have to settle? No pun intended, allow me to illuminate our little twinkling star. What if science could remove the mystery of romance, love, and sex? Do I dare write; what if we could choose our intended beloved? That's right. What if you could thumb through People's Magazine or Playboy or Hank's Hardware, Dry Goods, and Farm Animal catalog, and pick the one you want. Shocking, I know, but humor me. What if we could? Imagine the possibilities. Think about it, who would you pick? C'mon, let your imagination run wild. The little woman or big guy is out in the other room. This is just between me and you and the millions, the thousands, the hundreds, the couple of people who will read this story.
Moreover, imagine this, what if you never had to wish for anything ever again? Think about the ramifications of that scenario. One day, soon, in the not too distance future, you will only have to think about whatever it is you want to receive it. Yet, that's another story. In the meantime, let's focus on romance, love, and my favorite topic, sex.
Is there someone who you dream about? Who is it? C'mon, tell me. Don't be shy, there's only me and you here...along with a couple of our Literotica friends. Is it Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie or who is it?
Is there someone who you yearn to have a romantic relationship with that culminates with love, marriage, and children? You wonder what your children would look like with him as their father or with her as their mother. You already have names for them, don't you? You already know where you will Honeymoon and where you will live. You've already imagined the perfect life with that perfect special someone, your fantasy favorite, 'till death do you part, returning your affection, wanting your intimacy, and telling you they love you.
"...and I love you, too," you say while reading this alone in your room and for no one to hear. You're pathetic, but you don't have to be, at least, not in this day of the computer, the Internet, and age of life altering events.
Are you fortunate enough to already know the identity of your ideal woman or man? Well, you are way ahead of many others who are fickle and change from People Magazine issue to People Magazine issue. Alas, are they so inaccessible because you are so average in appearance and/or intelligence and they are so handsome or beautiful and/or intelligent, talented, and rich? Maybe, he or she is a celebrity, a movie star or a singer.
Okay, for those of you who are interested in Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Michael Bolton, Barry Manilow, and Pee Wee Herman, I can't help you. I have my limits. For all others, please continue reading because you are really going to like this part of the story.
"Twinkle, twinkle little star...I wonder where and who you are."
Are you still hoping and yearning to meet that special someone? It's tough not having anyone in your life, isn't it? No one wants to be alone and lonely. Everyone deserves someone. We are all better people when there is someone special in our lives to laugh and talk to, while suffering the trials and tribulations that is living life.
"Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
Maybe Cupid's arrow has struck your heart and made you fall in love with someone that you think is special, but everyone else perceives as ordinary at best. Maybe, as are you, indeed, he or she is average and even though you long for them and lust after them, there still is no connection with you from them on any level. Now, that is so tragically sad and emotionally painful to love someone from afar who does not return the feelings that you have for them.
Maybe he or she is your next door neighbor or someone who you see on the subway on your way to work or who you work with every day. Is he or she a close friend perhaps, someone who would never think to take it to the next level with you. Maybe he or she is someone who takes you in his or her confidence about his or her romantic relationships and sexual dalliances with others, who are less than you in every way? Oh, if only they would look at you in the way they look at those others imagine how happy you'd be.
It makes your heart skip a beat when you see the one you love on the street, doesn't it? Then, it makes it difficult to breathe when they see you on the street and pass you by with nothing more than, "Hi." Never do they give you more than a passing hello and never do they look twice at you. Never do they stop to take the time to regard you with a smile or a kind word. If only they'd look in your direction. Instead, they look right through you, as if you're not even there. If only they'd see past the outside appearance and see you for the great human being that you are. If only they'd stop and engage you in conversation and listen to what it is you have to say.
"I love you."
You're a good person with a lot of great qualities and if only they took the time to talk to you and took the time to get to know you, you'd definitely win them over and make them fall in love with you, too. You imagine the conversations you'd have with them. You imagine all the laughing and all the fun that they are missing out on by not being with you. You imagine the scenarios of all the places you'd go and all the shows and events that you'd attend with them, if only they'd give you a chance, one lousy chance, to show them how truly wonderful you are. You imagine your first kiss by the sea, on the mountaintop, in your car, at the mall, at the park, or while you are in your underwear alone in your room.
"Cheeky!"
You're wearing your new outfit today, only they still haven't noticed you. How do you get them to notice you? What do you have to do to be noticed? You have the urge to jump up and down in front of them naked, while waving your arms and yelling, "Hello! I'm over here. Look at me. Do you like my cock? Do you like my tits?" Notice again that I didn't write do you like my cock and my tits. Again, that's a different kind of story for the transsexual and transgender readership of this site.
They make you feel insignificant and invisible, don't they? They make you feel, as if you don't exist. You're not part of their world, are you? A world apart, you see their shining star but from afar, light years away in another galaxy. Twinkle, twinkle, if only they'd take note and notice of you. If only they'd talk to you, they'd discover how wonderful you are, how special you could be together, and what a romantic couple the two of you would make.
"...Any they lived happily ever after. Twinkle, twinkle little star...I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight."
You've even fantasized about saving their lives, haven't you? That's kind of creepy weird, but a good idea, if you could pull that one off. Yet, unable to develop a serendipitous situation where you are there at that very instant of their impending doom to save their ungrateful ass from certain death, it's hopeless. You don't want to make their nearly fatal accident appear too obvious or too arranged nor do you want them or you to die, of course, in the process of saving their life from a speeding car, a falling piano, a burning building or a fall from a bridge or a ridge. You wish. You dream. You plot. You scheme. God damn it! Never have they even answered any of your fan mail. What the Hell?
"Help! Help!"
You imagine them calling out to anyone within earshot and it is you, only you, of all people, who comes to their rescue.
"Don't despair. I'm here to save you."
Only, instead of getting them in bed for some hot sex, receiving their undying love in eternal gratitude, and/or a marriage proposal, you get a tearful hug and/or a hearty handshake, along with a restraining order demanding that you stay away from them for the rest of your miserable life. Now, that's not fair, is it?
"Thank you so much for saving my life. Goodbye...forever."
"Yeah, gees, you're welcome," you say gazing at their beautiful face and perfect body, before staring at their amazing ass, as they walk away, and imagining them naked and in bed with you. You think it and too late, you can't believe you are saying it, and calling after them. "You know, a French kiss and allowing me to fondle your firm, round ass would go a long way in showing me your gratitude for saving your miserable life, asshole." If only you had not uttered that, maybe they would have not felt the need to take out that restraining order against you. In hindsight, you would have said it anyway. They were leaving, after all.
Alas, if only you were in the tiny confines of a trapped elevator with them alone, maybe they'd notice you then. Suddenly, the elevator stops and the light goes out, before the dim emergency light comes on with a beeping noise to make those know that the elevator is stuck.
"Help! I'm trapped in the tiny confines of a stuck elevator alone. Can anyone hear me?"
"I can hear you," you say to them in disbelief that they didn't even notice you standing there behind them in the trapped tiny confines of a stuck elevator.
"Where'd you come from?"
"I was behind you," you say with a shocked look that they never even noticed you, "stuck with you in the same tiny confines of this trapped elevator."
"Oh, sorry, I thought I was alone. I didn't notice you." See what I mean? That's just so wrong.
Ah, if only there was such a thing as a witch's love spell or a wizard's love potion that would work on the person of your dreams. How easy would that be to finally get the one who you love? Sure, it's not fair that you tricked someone into falling in love with you like that, yet, what if there was such a thing? Would you suspend your ability of disbelief to believe that it would and that it could work to make the one you want love you? I would, if I was in love enough and desperate enough for the love of my fantasy to love me. How about you? Would you try it? How much would you pay for such a witch's brew or wizard's talisman?
Or are you of the mindset that you believe that witches and wizards exist as much as dragons and a free meal exist? There's no such thing, you say. Hogwash. I refuse to believe in any of that mumbo jumbo. Yet, love is blind, you know, and that's half the battle. Okay, I'm not telling you to throw acid in the eyes of your intended, so that they can't see what you look like and you'd have a better chance of them falling in love with you because, you're so old, fat, and ugly, perhaps. Yes, love is blind, but that's just a saying and not something for you to make happen on the possibility that you'd have a better opportunity at the one you love, if they can't even see you because they are now blinded by the acid you threw in their face.
If you don't believe in witches and wizards, do you believe that with the help of modern technology, you can bridge the gap of love with science? Or do you think it's all a ruse? And do you more believe in the lyrics of Diana Ross's song, You Can't Hurry Love?
"You can't hurry love. No, you just have to wait. She said love don't come easy. It's a game of give and take. You can't hurry love. No, you just have to wait. You got to trust, give it time, no matter how long it takes."
Shades of Frankenstein but better, for there are red hearts, sweet violins, and fragrant roses at the end of this monstrous undertaking. She loves me. She loves me not. Only there is a moral dilemma to winning the love of someone through science. Nonetheless, if Cryonics, cloning, stem cell research, test tube babies, facelifts, breast implants, steroids, and human growth hormones don't bother you, then why should the science of love put you off? It's just programmed research to your benefit after all. There's nothing to get excited about, actually, through science, there's a lot to get excited.
Yes, I know, poor pitiful you, there's always someone to pee on your party, isn't there? There's always someone who will take the fun out of a free balloon, a free pen, and a wad of cash found in the snow attached, only by the frozen hand of the elderly dead gentleman or lady, who vowed to take it with him or her in death. What a dilemma? What would you do? Should you call the police or take the cash and leave hoping no one finds their dead, frozen body, until spring thaw? The fact that that's your mother of you father, shouldn't make a difference, should it? Yet, that's for another time in another story.
"I don't think it right to fool with love and tamper with another's emotions," said Edna wearing her hair so tightly pulled back that it gave her a permanent strained smile and one Hell of a wicked bad headache. Her collar was so tightly closed around her scrawny neck to deny anyone a down blouse view of her prune sized shriveled tits that you wished she would just choke and die. "I believe in fate, kismet, and if it was meant to happen, then it will happen," she said while adjusting the stick up her ass, before heading home alone to eat ice cream and watch Gilligan Island reruns with her cat, Mr. Clean, sitting and purring on her lap.
What if I told you that by genetically altering the genes of a cat and a rat, we could make them live harmoniously with one another? Strange science, but most would believe that it is true because we have the scientific ability to do just that with DNA today in the lab. Dr. Jeckyl can no longer hide Mr. Hyde. His real existence is only a mind altering chemical cocktail away today. Unfortunately, those who have tried it, as a way to escape the drudgery and dreariness of life have not lived to see another day.
Yet, we as humans, are so much more advanced than mere cats and rats, well, most of us are, that is. We are rational, thinking, superior beings, who can feel and who can love. We deserve better than being the guinea pig of a mad scientific experiment that explores and then exploits our emotions to the core and that can alter not only our ability to love but also who, when, and where we love. How dare we tamper with chance, fate, and kismet?
Yet, c'mon, be honest, think about it. Think about the possibilities of it. Examine the prospects of finally having the person you love in your life, by doing it through science instead of love, kismet, and fate. How many of you would pay good money for information, secret scientific studies, on how you can win that gal or guy you've been lusting and longing over? If you are willing pay, how much would you pay to hand pick the one to love?
Well, of course, that depends on two things, your personal finances and how much you want that gal or guy. Not to mention, different people would have different prices. For sure, since they are so rich, you'd have to pay more for Bill Gates or Oprah to fall in love with your ass, just as you'd have to pay more money for Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie to fall in love with you. I only use those four people as merely examples of the power of scientific experimentation and laboratory alteration of the process of love.
Do you think it possible to win someone's affection just by compiling information and learning everything about them, right down to studying their DNA makeup? Skeptical? Maybe you'd more believe if suddenly, your pre-written and memorized responses not only captured their attention but also their heart. Shades of trickery and deception, but for a good cause, your eternal happiness and hopefully marital bliss may change how you think about science, when you're making your romantic possibilities and you're controlling your love matches, instead of leaving them to chance and allowing fate and kismet to make it happen.
No longer do you have to hope that if it was meant to happen, it will happen because science will make it happen. Only, no one must know. You can't tell anyone. Telling anyone would surely make your intended suspect foolery on your part and would ruin everything and make them go search for the potion that would reverse the scientific process and the spell that you managed to put them under.
Moreover, for sure, we don't want someone else using science against you to make you love them, now do we? Egad, how awful would that be for your fated romantic inclination to be used against you? All of that research and all of that planning would backfire on you and ruin everything, now wouldn't it? Although unproven, I wonder if one scientific study would cancel out the other scientific study when used against one another. Interesting. Or maybe, in a reversal of effects, it would be your perfect match, your soul mate. Now, that is something that I will have to research some at the computer lab tonight.
But, in the meantime...by the way, although this is not a guaranteed process, yet, read the fine print. There are no refunds. Sorry.
What if I told you that I designed a computer program and programmed a supercomputer that, after having you respond with pertinent answers to probing questions that not only will you get that guy or gal in bed but also you may end up in happily wedded matrimony? Now, if that's not an oxymoron than I don't know what is, happily wedded matrimony. Is there any such thing? Is anyone happily wedded in matrimony?
Okay, all of you who are happily wedded and who take offense at happily wedded matrimony being used as an example of an oxymoron; give your marriage a few more years with a few more kids and lots more bills and then get back to me. Yeah, I figured as much.
By the way, I saw your husband at the strip club and he was getting more than his lap danced from Tiffany, if you know what I mean. Oh, and, by the way, your beloved wife...is a lesbian, you lucky bastard. She and her neighbor are closer friends than you ever imagined. If I were you, I'd set up a video camera in your bedroom and tape some of this stuff. This is just too good to be true. Hey, think of the bright side, now, you can have that threesome you have always fantasized about. Only, is this your idea of marital bliss? It is, if you are into the swinging lifestyle. Yet, that is another story for another time for the group sex category.
Okay, back to my scientific studies. What I propose is not flimflam, but science. What I am writing about here is science at its purest, the science of human nature, a topic that we have an abundant supply thanks to Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, Alfred Alder, and Erik Erikson to name only a few of the most prominent behaviorists of the psychology of human nature and the human condition. I have spent my entire adult life, since the advent of the personal computer, researching this human science. It is a breakthrough I tell you and I wouldn't be surprised if I won the Nobel Prize...next year...or the year after...maybe.
No, I am not drunk or crazy. That's right; you can stand me up beside Al Gore. You tell me, which would you prefer, reduced global warming or increased body warming? Yeah, I figured as much. You're not much different than me, transparent, horny, and lonely.
If I told you that I could guarantee you results by you sending me one dollar, most of your would respond, even the skeptical ones. What do you have to lose, it's only a buck...and what if he is right? Finally, I'd have the one I love in my life. Hey, it's worth a dollar just to see him fail.
Yet, what if I told you that it would cost one hundred dollars or a thousand dollars or ten thousand dollars or even one hundred thousand dollars for you to have the one you want, then that would put you off enough for you not to invest that sum of money for a chance at sex, romance, and love with your fantasy lover, now wouldn't it? It's okay for me to mark it with a price, I invented the Wish Upon A Star Love, Romance, and Sex Program, after all, but how dare you put a price on love, romance, and sex? We only have one life to live. Why not live it with the one you want and the one that you not only fall in love with but also the one that you chose to love?
Listen, do I look like a pimp to you? This is not prostitution and I am not a pimp. I am a respected scientist, a human behaviorist, and a student of humanism, kind of, not really, not at all. Yes, I know, if it sounds too good to be true, but trust me. Have I ever lied to you? Okay, well that was just in one of my stories. Never mind. What about Bostonfictionwriter don't you or do you believe? I write fiction about Boston, albeit this story has nothing to do with Boston, unless we pretend that my lab is in Boston, Massachusetts across the Charles River from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and Harvard and down the road from Boston University.
Yet, seriously, do you think that I'd sit here and waste my time creating a computer program, the Wish Upon A Star Love, Romance, and Sex Program that guarantees you winning the affection of that hottie for a measly one hundred or one thousand dollars or ten thousand dollars or even one hundred thousand dollars? No way. Sorry, guy or gal, but this is a program affordable only to the wealthy or, at least, someone who can afford to pay me one million dollars for my services.
So, what do you get for a million bucks? You'll received the kind of specialized information which will deliver you lifelong happiness or until you divorce him or her for someone else who has caught your eye and has made you a return customer for my Wish Upon A Star Love, Romance, and Sex Program. Sorry, but that will cost you another million bucks.
That's right. To gain the key to unlock the heart of your beloved will cost you one million American dollars in cash and in small, unmarked bills delivered to a secret location in the Cayman Islands. I dare write, it is only those who can envision the value of such a scientific dream union that I want as my customers.
Why is that, you ask? Good question. Because once you are my customer, you will never theoretically return, that is, as I stated above, someone else catches your eye and you divorce your true love for him or her. For the most part and for most of you, you will remain blissfully happy with your dream person and will have no reason to look for another unless, of course, he or she dies, till death do you part.
Is my information, to have the love of your life, worth one million dollars? For those who can afford such a monetary outlay, it would be worth it to those who'd not otherwise have a chance to be with the one they love from afar. There are those who'd do whatever it takes to scrap together the money on the chance that what I peddle is real. Then, there are those who'd just walk away without a thought of regret happy but denying themselves the chance to be with the one they love with the thoughts that they just saved themselves one million dollars for what they believe is a seemingly empty and unproven promise. Good luck to you. May a camel never shit on your head.
Yet, this story is not about you or about me. It's about Marvin Jones, a man who trusted me enough and who believed in my software program enough to place one million dollars in small, unmarked bills in a large suitcase and deliver it to the secret location in the Cayman Islands for the information that I presented him to win the love of the woman of his dreams, Andrea Del Carmen. Yeah. And you know what happened? They lived happily ever after.
So, show me the money. Okay, okay, I wish you'd be dumb enough to deliver me one million dollars in small, unmarked bills. I pray that you'll never find me, once you give me your money.
The mind control of wishing and wishing upon a star, somewhere over the rainbow is already here.
Are you tired of mind control that doesn't work most times for most people? Have you been making a wish and wishing upon a star? Don't fret because now science can create the perfect love formula to make your romantic dreams come true, whatever they are.
Our parents controlled our minds, as soon as we were old enough to understand what they were saying. They told us to wish for the things and for the toys that we wanted. They controlled our minds by making us believe in things that didn't exist, Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and even the Boogie Man. Believing in all of those things, mind control was alive and well in my house.
Mind control started early with humankind. Only, for the most part, it started with Madison Avenue selling things in the fifties and sixties. With marketing strategies, advertising campaigns, special promotions, and all of us being abused and bombarded by millions of radio and television commercials, and now with the Internet flashing ads at our eyes, the control we gave up of our minds, as children, to our parents, never ended, as adults, to commercial interruptions.
This is a story about the oldest form of mind control, making a wish and wishing upon a star. Knowing full well, as an adult, that we don't have a hope and a prayer of getting our wish, nonetheless, because of the mind control our parents reinforced over our early childhood development, we continue wishing for the things that we want as an adult. We can't help ourselves. Why not? It doesn't cost us anything to wish for something or for someone who we want. We never know. We just may be one of the lucky ones and get our wish. It happens and if you don't wish, you don't get. Yet, God forbid our wish comes true, then believing that we can just wish for something else and get whatever it is we wished for, we're hooked for life.
Hope springs eternal writes Alexander Pope in his poem.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Wishin' and a hopin' never hurt no one. For those of you who are in the dark about the difference between making a wishing and wishing upon a star, they are two very different concepts. Wishing is when blowing out the candles of your birthday cake.
"Surprise! Happy Birthday, Freddie! Make a wish and blow out your candles."
"I wish I were younger and all the women, who are now present with me in the room and are over the age of 18 and under the age of 65 were naked."
"Gees, Freddie, you wish for that every year and it never comes true. Now put your clothes back on and blow out your candles."
Wishing is when you mindlessly think in passing of all the things that happen and/or that you'd wish would happen, as you go about your day.
I wish he'd go away. I wish she'd stop talking. I wish he or she was dead. I wish I didn't have to go to work today. I wish my car would start. I wish I hadn't done that or said that. I wish a big gush of wind would blow up her skirt and flash me her panties. I wish her bikini top would pop off and show me her tits. I wish I was taller, thinner, richer, stronger, smarter, and had a bigger cock or bigger tits. Notice that I didn't write that I wish I had a bigger cock and bigger tits. That's an entirely different story for the transsexual and transgender category.
Wishing upon a star is, by far, the more powerful of wishes. It has to be to reach its final distant destination. Wishing upon a star is when you look up to the sky, pick a star, and make your wish. Magically, your wish skyrockets from your mind on planet Earth into the sky and past the troposphere, stratosphere, mesosphere, thermosphere, exosphere, ionosphere, and past the inner and outer Van Allen belts away from Earth's gravitational pull to the nearest star, 4.3 light-years or 5,865,696,000,000 times 4.3 = 25,222,492,800,000 miles away. Wow! Amazing, isn't it?
That wishing on a star stuff is really powerful. Perhaps, the only thing that is more powerful is prayer. Prayers have much further to travel than to the nearest star. Oh, yeah, they do; they really do. Prayers must travel to the end of outer space, back in time, and all the way to the beginning of the big bang. I realize it may be a difficult concept to understand, but if you're rocketing through space fast enough to get where you need to go in the time you need to get there, you must travel faster than the speed of light. There's the rub, in traveling faster than the speed of light, you're actually traveling backwards and going back in time. Weird, huh?
Only instead of rocketing up to the stars, fortunately, prayers have a pipeline straight to Heaven. Otherwise, prayers would never reach their final distant destination in time. It's just too far. Prayers have to travel past the furthest star, past outer space and into the Heavens where God is sitting there doing nothing but waiting for your personal prayer to arrive. I know, and you thought He was busy.
Now, so as to not offend those who are religious, notice that I didn't place prayer and praying with making a wish and wishing on a star. I needed to make that distinction, so the holy rollers don't boycott my web site and ban reading my story in, where else, in Boston. Although one has nothing to do with the other, when you think about it, both wishing and prayers have the same hoped for final result. The power of prayer, for those who are religious transcends any earthly power, even Michael Jordan, who thinks he's a God, is no match for prayer. Go figure. I never knew he was a God, until he told all of us he was, at his Hall of Fame acceptance speech. Some ego, huh? I thought he was just a great basketball player, now retired.
Hey, I'm not a fool. I'm hedging all my bets, just in case there is a God, in case there is Heaven, and especially in case, there is a Hell. I don't want to piss anyone off, especially God.
I imagine those who are religious pray, wish, and wish upon a star for what they want, whereas the rest of us non-believers, that is not to write that I am a non-believer, only have wishing and wishing upon a star at our disposal. Non-believers don't have the power of prayer working in their favor. Those of us, who are non-believers, may be at a disadvantage against those who believe in God and who not only pray but also wish and wish upon a star. Nonetheless, most times, the three seem to go hand in hand, praying, wishing, and wishing upon a star.
Before we get started on our trip to the stars, I want to hear from those of you who prayed, made a wish for, and/or wished upon a star for things, especially from those who got their prayers answered and wishes granted. With the advent of a new year, 'tis the season, after all, of goodwill to men and to woman, and miracles. We can't forget about miracles. E-mail me or leave a public comment at the end of this story to Reverend Freddie.
I'm especially eager to hear from those people who won the mega lottery jackpot prize. Tell me your secret to winning the lottery. Did you recite a special prayer over and again? Or was it in the way in which you wished? What was it that targeted the lucky laser scope of the lottery on your fortunate ass?
Usually, we wish for the good health of someone else, the health of our child, after an accident or the health of a parent, after an illness. What did you wish for, what happened, and how did you feel, after you got your wish? Or worse, how did you feel when your prayers weren't answered and/or you did not get your wish. That's where faith steps in to stop you from questioning God's reasoning. Now, grab your favorite beverage, relax and let's get started.
Of course, you all remember Judy Garland in the Wizard of Oz playing Dorothy. Boy, much like it's a Wonderful Life with Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed, we can watch that movie a hundred times and never tire of watching it, kind of, not really, not at all. I'm so sick of those movies and that song. Of course, you all remember the song that made Judy Garland famous, Somewhere Over The Rainbow, music by Harold Arlen and lyrics by E. Y. Harburg. Enough already, but here again, it is, in brevity, one more time.
"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. There's a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true. Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops. That's where you'll find me."
Yeah, even little Dorothy back then in 1939 was wishing upon a star. Only, you have to hope that her wish wasn't for Mickey Rooney, when he played Andy Hardy. That poor woman was surrounded by munchkins. When you think about it, though, look what all that wishing upon a star got her, a wonderful singing and movie career, loads of money, five failed marriages, alcohol and drug dependency, rehab and eventually death from her ruined health. Rest in peace Dorothy, I mean, Judy. "Follow the yellow brick road."
Do you remember Walt Disney's character Jiminy Cricket performed by Cliff Edwards? A city kid, Boston born and raised, who thought the country was anywhere with trees, I was 11-years-old, before I realized that crickets didn't talk. Hey, what did I know, it was the fifties? I was naive.
I remember when my father stepped on a cricket and I was certain that he killed Jiminy, until I saw him on television that night. Boy, what a relief that was. Nonetheless, I still felt bad that one of Jiminy's relatives was squashed beneath my Dad's big foot.
Anyway, the Wonderful World of Disney was the last program that I was allowed to stay up and watch before my bedtime on Sunday nights. Jiminy was famous for getting us all to wish upon a star to make our dreams come true. Only, to be honest, not one of my wishes ever came true. Ned Washington was the one who wrote the lyrics.
"When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are. Anything your heart desires will come to you. If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme. When you wish upon a start, as dreamers do. Fate is kind. She brings to those who love the sweet fulfillment of their secret longing. Like a bolt out of the blue fate steps in and sees you through. When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true."
Now, everyone, Rose Royce, Jordin Sparks, Beyonce Knowles, and Jay-Z have their own version of the song, "Wishing On A Star." Only, their songs aren't nearly the same and not nearly as powerful than when Jiminy, that cute little cricket dressed in a suit and top hat, made us all believe all we had to do was to wish on a friggin' star. If he was here right now, I'd stomp on him and squish him into the ground, after spending my life wishing on a star and never, ever getting my wish.
"I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are. I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means. And I'm wishing on the rainbows that I see. I'm wishing on the people who really dream. And I'm wishing on tomorrow rains never come. And I'm wishing on the other things we never done."
Wishing and wishing upon a star is nothing new and continues to give those who need it the hope to continue, the determination to persevere, and the ability to believe that miracles can and do happen. When I was a kid, I believed that making a wish and wishing upon a star worked. Then, again, when I was a kid, I believed in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and the Boogie Man. I believed that good prevails over evil with the easily identified good guys wearing white hats and bad guys wearing black hats, and to trust those in authority because they have your best interest at heart.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned..."
Yeah, we all know what happens next, when the priests tells you to get down on your knees.
I'd look up at the sky every night, picked a star, and make my wish. Even though I wished for the same things, closing my eyes tighter, and concentrating harder to make my wishes reach the stars faster and ahead of all the other wishes from all the other needy kids, I never got my wishes: a Lionel train, a Flexi-flyer sled, a kiss from Marguerite, and my own room that I didn't have to share with my younger brother. Still, that didn't stop me from wishing and wishing upon a star the next night and the night after that and even today, while playing the lottery.
"What's the number?"
After more than fifty freaking years of making wishes and wishing upon a star, I still can't win the lottery. What the Hell? I don't know, maybe it has to do with the design of my roof. Perhaps, if I had a flat roof instead of a slanted one, one that had a skylight, I'd get my wish. Maybe with the slanted roof, my wish goes off in a different direction. I even tried standing on the roof and I'm surprised I haven't fallen off my roof. Maybe, it would work better if I had a tile roof instead of a slate roof. I don't know. And, now that I think of it and am on the subject of it, I wish I had all those coins that I threw in fountains over the years back in my pocket. I'd be a rich man today.
"Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight."
C'mon, be honest, how many of you still look up at the star filled sky and make your wish? Okay, I admit it. I still wish upon a star, only now I make more adult appropriate wishes. My first wish is to grant me more wishes, a million wishes. Hey, I'm no fool. How much good is one wish going to do me, anyway, especially when I'd have to pay income taxes on whatever I got? Yeah, you got that right. My second wish is wishing for a tax exemption.
Yeah, sure, after wasting some wishes on health, happiness, family, and friends, I start wishing for the good stuff, a blue Ferrari 612 Scaglietti with red leather seats, a huge home furnished and decorated on the ocean in southern California, Cameron Diaz in my bed naked, horny, in the mood without a headache or her period, and in love with me, and enough money that my great, great, great grandchildren will never have to work a day in their spoiled, rotten, miserable lives.
"Mother, how did great, great, great grandfather get all this money? Was it Middle Eastern oil, blood diamonds, serving the public as a thieving public servant or did he own a prescription drug company and gouge the poor for the medications that they needed to stay not only healthy but also alive?"
"He wished upon a star."
"Wow!"
"Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are?" Yet, instead of "what you are", humor me and substitute the words "where you are," since that phrase is more appropriately befitting this story.
"Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder where you are?" Where is the person of your love? Let's try another version of that again. "Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder who you are?" Who is the person of your love?
In case you were wondering with all the text about making a wish and wishing upon a star, this story is about making a wish and wishing upon a star for love, romance, and sex. Ah, now, we're talking and now I got your interest haven't I? Now you're curious about this story aren't you and want to see where I am going with it. And you thought it was just going to be about making a wish on a cloud of matter composed of 91.2% hydrogen and 8.7% helium with the remaining 0.1% contents composed of trace elements of oxygen, carbon, nitrogen, silicon, magnesium, neon, iron, and sulfur. "Ha!" How foolish of you to think that. After reading some of my other stories, you should know better.
Yes, I know you're sitting there with your cock or vibrator in your hand waiting for the sexual parts and I can assure you that they will follow soon, only please be patient. I promise to reward your patience with enough sex to make it worth the wait. C'mon, think about it, you have to have an introduction before you can have sex with someone. I don't know about you, but I would never walk up to a woman, who I just met and expect sex.
"Hi, how are you? I'm Freddie. Okay, enough of the pleasantries. I'm done with the chitchat. Take off your clothes. I want to fuck you now."
"Police!"
First, we must have conversation, a date or two or more and a romantic connection, before we find ourselves intimate and in bed, on the coffee table, under the kitchen table, or on the grass in the public park with someone.
"Freddie, giving me a ride home from work yesterday, having lunch together today, Dutch, I might add, at McDonalds, of all cheap places, and bumping into me at the Mall does not constitute three dates. We are not dating. We are not boyfriend and girlfriend. And no, for the last time, I will not have sex with you. Get up off your knees, please; people think you are proposing to me. And for God's sakes, please put on your clothes. Aren't you cold?"
We don't know with whom we will fall in love with or where and when it will materialize. We all go through life in a daze waiting for something to happen, waiting for lightning to strike, hoping to hear music, a symphony, a melody, a jingle, our song, and to feel goose bumps with the magic of the moonlight, the sunrise, the sunset, the dim light from the street light, or from your cell phone, while waiting for Hell to freeze over, before we find that special person of our dreams.
"Gees! Angelina Jolie is already taken, but Pamela Anderson just filed for divorce, again. Come to think of it, now that Elizabeth Taylor is old and infirmed, I may have a better chance bedding her, if only she would answer my fan mail."
Only it never works out that way and always, unless we want to be alone and lonely for the rest of our lives, we must settle for someone who is less than we had hoped and imagined.
"Yes, well, he's not that bad looking and he has a good job," you say hoping to convince yourself in preparation to settle for someone less.
"Yes, well, she's not that bad looking and she swallows," you say hoping to convince yourself in preparation to settle for someone less.
Yet, what if we didn't have to settle? No pun intended, allow me to illuminate our little twinkling star. What if science could remove the mystery of romance, love, and sex? Do I dare write; what if we could choose our intended beloved? That's right. What if you could thumb through People's Magazine or Playboy or Hank's Hardware, Dry Goods, and Farm Animal catalog, and pick the one you want. Shocking, I know, but humor me. What if we could? Imagine the possibilities. Think about it, who would you pick? C'mon, let your imagination run wild. The little woman or big guy is out in the other room. This is just between me and you and the millions, the thousands, the hundreds, the couple of people who will read this story.
Moreover, imagine this, what if you never had to wish for anything ever again? Think about the ramifications of that scenario. One day, soon, in the not too distance future, you will only have to think about whatever it is you want to receive it. Yet, that's another story. In the meantime, let's focus on romance, love, and my favorite topic, sex.
Is there someone who you dream about? Who is it? C'mon, tell me. Don't be shy, there's only me and you here...along with a couple of our Literotica friends. Is it Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie or who is it?
Is there someone who you yearn to have a romantic relationship with that culminates with love, marriage, and children? You wonder what your children would look like with him as their father or with her as their mother. You already have names for them, don't you? You already know where you will Honeymoon and where you will live. You've already imagined the perfect life with that perfect special someone, your fantasy favorite, 'till death do you part, returning your affection, wanting your intimacy, and telling you they love you.
"...and I love you, too," you say while reading this alone in your room and for no one to hear. You're pathetic, but you don't have to be, at least, not in this day of the computer, the Internet, and age of life altering events.
Are you fortunate enough to already know the identity of your ideal woman or man? Well, you are way ahead of many others who are fickle and change from People Magazine issue to People Magazine issue. Alas, are they so inaccessible because you are so average in appearance and/or intelligence and they are so handsome or beautiful and/or intelligent, talented, and rich? Maybe, he or she is a celebrity, a movie star or a singer.
Okay, for those of you who are interested in Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Michael Bolton, Barry Manilow, and Pee Wee Herman, I can't help you. I have my limits. For all others, please continue reading because you are really going to like this part of the story.
"Twinkle, twinkle little star...I wonder where and who you are."
Are you still hoping and yearning to meet that special someone? It's tough not having anyone in your life, isn't it? No one wants to be alone and lonely. Everyone deserves someone. We are all better people when there is someone special in our lives to laugh and talk to, while suffering the trials and tribulations that is living life.
"Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
Maybe Cupid's arrow has struck your heart and made you fall in love with someone that you think is special, but everyone else perceives as ordinary at best. Maybe, as are you, indeed, he or she is average and even though you long for them and lust after them, there still is no connection with you from them on any level. Now, that is so tragically sad and emotionally painful to love someone from afar who does not return the feelings that you have for them.
Maybe he or she is your next door neighbor or someone who you see on the subway on your way to work or who you work with every day. Is he or she a close friend perhaps, someone who would never think to take it to the next level with you. Maybe he or she is someone who takes you in his or her confidence about his or her romantic relationships and sexual dalliances with others, who are less than you in every way? Oh, if only they would look at you in the way they look at those others imagine how happy you'd be.
It makes your heart skip a beat when you see the one you love on the street, doesn't it? Then, it makes it difficult to breathe when they see you on the street and pass you by with nothing more than, "Hi." Never do they give you more than a passing hello and never do they look twice at you. Never do they stop to take the time to regard you with a smile or a kind word. If only they'd look in your direction. Instead, they look right through you, as if you're not even there. If only they'd see past the outside appearance and see you for the great human being that you are. If only they'd stop and engage you in conversation and listen to what it is you have to say.
"I love you."
You're a good person with a lot of great qualities and if only they took the time to talk to you and took the time to get to know you, you'd definitely win them over and make them fall in love with you, too. You imagine the conversations you'd have with them. You imagine all the laughing and all the fun that they are missing out on by not being with you. You imagine the scenarios of all the places you'd go and all the shows and events that you'd attend with them, if only they'd give you a chance, one lousy chance, to show them how truly wonderful you are. You imagine your first kiss by the sea, on the mountaintop, in your car, at the mall, at the park, or while you are in your underwear alone in your room.
"Cheeky!"
You're wearing your new outfit today, only they still haven't noticed you. How do you get them to notice you? What do you have to do to be noticed? You have the urge to jump up and down in front of them naked, while waving your arms and yelling, "Hello! I'm over here. Look at me. Do you like my cock? Do you like my tits?" Notice again that I didn't write do you like my cock and my tits. Again, that's a different kind of story for the transsexual and transgender readership of this site.
They make you feel insignificant and invisible, don't they? They make you feel, as if you don't exist. You're not part of their world, are you? A world apart, you see their shining star but from afar, light years away in another galaxy. Twinkle, twinkle, if only they'd take note and notice of you. If only they'd talk to you, they'd discover how wonderful you are, how special you could be together, and what a romantic couple the two of you would make.
"...Any they lived happily ever after. Twinkle, twinkle little star...I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight."
You've even fantasized about saving their lives, haven't you? That's kind of creepy weird, but a good idea, if you could pull that one off. Yet, unable to develop a serendipitous situation where you are there at that very instant of their impending doom to save their ungrateful ass from certain death, it's hopeless. You don't want to make their nearly fatal accident appear too obvious or too arranged nor do you want them or you to die, of course, in the process of saving their life from a speeding car, a falling piano, a burning building or a fall from a bridge or a ridge. You wish. You dream. You plot. You scheme. God damn it! Never have they even answered any of your fan mail. What the Hell?
"Help! Help!"
You imagine them calling out to anyone within earshot and it is you, only you, of all people, who comes to their rescue.
"Don't despair. I'm here to save you."
Only, instead of getting them in bed for some hot sex, receiving their undying love in eternal gratitude, and/or a marriage proposal, you get a tearful hug and/or a hearty handshake, along with a restraining order demanding that you stay away from them for the rest of your miserable life. Now, that's not fair, is it?
"Thank you so much for saving my life. Goodbye...forever."
"Yeah, gees, you're welcome," you say gazing at their beautiful face and perfect body, before staring at their amazing ass, as they walk away, and imagining them naked and in bed with you. You think it and too late, you can't believe you are saying it, and calling after them. "You know, a French kiss and allowing me to fondle your firm, round ass would go a long way in showing me your gratitude for saving your miserable life, asshole." If only you had not uttered that, maybe they would have not felt the need to take out that restraining order against you. In hindsight, you would have said it anyway. They were leaving, after all.
Alas, if only you were in the tiny confines of a trapped elevator with them alone, maybe they'd notice you then. Suddenly, the elevator stops and the light goes out, before the dim emergency light comes on with a beeping noise to make those know that the elevator is stuck.
"Help! I'm trapped in the tiny confines of a stuck elevator alone. Can anyone hear me?"
"I can hear you," you say to them in disbelief that they didn't even notice you standing there behind them in the trapped tiny confines of a stuck elevator.
"Where'd you come from?"
"I was behind you," you say with a shocked look that they never even noticed you, "stuck with you in the same tiny confines of this trapped elevator."
"Oh, sorry, I thought I was alone. I didn't notice you." See what I mean? That's just so wrong.
Ah, if only there was such a thing as a witch's love spell or a wizard's love potion that would work on the person of your dreams. How easy would that be to finally get the one who you love? Sure, it's not fair that you tricked someone into falling in love with you like that, yet, what if there was such a thing? Would you suspend your ability of disbelief to believe that it would and that it could work to make the one you want love you? I would, if I was in love enough and desperate enough for the love of my fantasy to love me. How about you? Would you try it? How much would you pay for such a witch's brew or wizard's talisman?
Or are you of the mindset that you believe that witches and wizards exist as much as dragons and a free meal exist? There's no such thing, you say. Hogwash. I refuse to believe in any of that mumbo jumbo. Yet, love is blind, you know, and that's half the battle. Okay, I'm not telling you to throw acid in the eyes of your intended, so that they can't see what you look like and you'd have a better chance of them falling in love with you because, you're so old, fat, and ugly, perhaps. Yes, love is blind, but that's just a saying and not something for you to make happen on the possibility that you'd have a better opportunity at the one you love, if they can't even see you because they are now blinded by the acid you threw in their face.
If you don't believe in witches and wizards, do you believe that with the help of modern technology, you can bridge the gap of love with science? Or do you think it's all a ruse? And do you more believe in the lyrics of Diana Ross's song, You Can't Hurry Love?
"You can't hurry love. No, you just have to wait. She said love don't come easy. It's a game of give and take. You can't hurry love. No, you just have to wait. You got to trust, give it time, no matter how long it takes."
Shades of Frankenstein but better, for there are red hearts, sweet violins, and fragrant roses at the end of this monstrous undertaking. She loves me. She loves me not. Only there is a moral dilemma to winning the love of someone through science. Nonetheless, if Cryonics, cloning, stem cell research, test tube babies, facelifts, breast implants, steroids, and human growth hormones don't bother you, then why should the science of love put you off? It's just programmed research to your benefit after all. There's nothing to get excited about, actually, through science, there's a lot to get excited.
Yes, I know, poor pitiful you, there's always someone to pee on your party, isn't there? There's always someone who will take the fun out of a free balloon, a free pen, and a wad of cash found in the snow attached, only by the frozen hand of the elderly dead gentleman or lady, who vowed to take it with him or her in death. What a dilemma? What would you do? Should you call the police or take the cash and leave hoping no one finds their dead, frozen body, until spring thaw? The fact that that's your mother of you father, shouldn't make a difference, should it? Yet, that's for another time in another story.
"I don't think it right to fool with love and tamper with another's emotions," said Edna wearing her hair so tightly pulled back that it gave her a permanent strained smile and one Hell of a wicked bad headache. Her collar was so tightly closed around her scrawny neck to deny anyone a down blouse view of her prune sized shriveled tits that you wished she would just choke and die. "I believe in fate, kismet, and if it was meant to happen, then it will happen," she said while adjusting the stick up her ass, before heading home alone to eat ice cream and watch Gilligan Island reruns with her cat, Mr. Clean, sitting and purring on her lap.
What if I told you that by genetically altering the genes of a cat and a rat, we could make them live harmoniously with one another? Strange science, but most would believe that it is true because we have the scientific ability to do just that with DNA today in the lab. Dr. Jeckyl can no longer hide Mr. Hyde. His real existence is only a mind altering chemical cocktail away today. Unfortunately, those who have tried it, as a way to escape the drudgery and dreariness of life have not lived to see another day.
Yet, we as humans, are so much more advanced than mere cats and rats, well, most of us are, that is. We are rational, thinking, superior beings, who can feel and who can love. We deserve better than being the guinea pig of a mad scientific experiment that explores and then exploits our emotions to the core and that can alter not only our ability to love but also who, when, and where we love. How dare we tamper with chance, fate, and kismet?
Yet, c'mon, be honest, think about it. Think about the possibilities of it. Examine the prospects of finally having the person you love in your life, by doing it through science instead of love, kismet, and fate. How many of you would pay good money for information, secret scientific studies, on how you can win that gal or guy you've been lusting and longing over? If you are willing pay, how much would you pay to hand pick the one to love?
Well, of course, that depends on two things, your personal finances and how much you want that gal or guy. Not to mention, different people would have different prices. For sure, since they are so rich, you'd have to pay more for Bill Gates or Oprah to fall in love with your ass, just as you'd have to pay more money for Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie to fall in love with you. I only use those four people as merely examples of the power of scientific experimentation and laboratory alteration of the process of love.
Do you think it possible to win someone's affection just by compiling information and learning everything about them, right down to studying their DNA makeup? Skeptical? Maybe you'd more believe if suddenly, your pre-written and memorized responses not only captured their attention but also their heart. Shades of trickery and deception, but for a good cause, your eternal happiness and hopefully marital bliss may change how you think about science, when you're making your romantic possibilities and you're controlling your love matches, instead of leaving them to chance and allowing fate and kismet to make it happen.
No longer do you have to hope that if it was meant to happen, it will happen because science will make it happen. Only, no one must know. You can't tell anyone. Telling anyone would surely make your intended suspect foolery on your part and would ruin everything and make them go search for the potion that would reverse the scientific process and the spell that you managed to put them under.
Moreover, for sure, we don't want someone else using science against you to make you love them, now do we? Egad, how awful would that be for your fated romantic inclination to be used against you? All of that research and all of that planning would backfire on you and ruin everything, now wouldn't it? Although unproven, I wonder if one scientific study would cancel out the other scientific study when used against one another. Interesting. Or maybe, in a reversal of effects, it would be your perfect match, your soul mate. Now, that is something that I will have to research some at the computer lab tonight.
But, in the meantime...by the way, although this is not a guaranteed process, yet, read the fine print. There are no refunds. Sorry.
What if I told you that I designed a computer program and programmed a supercomputer that, after having you respond with pertinent answers to probing questions that not only will you get that guy or gal in bed but also you may end up in happily wedded matrimony? Now, if that's not an oxymoron than I don't know what is, happily wedded matrimony. Is there any such thing? Is anyone happily wedded in matrimony?
Okay, all of you who are happily wedded and who take offense at happily wedded matrimony being used as an example of an oxymoron; give your marriage a few more years with a few more kids and lots more bills and then get back to me. Yeah, I figured as much.
By the way, I saw your husband at the strip club and he was getting more than his lap danced from Tiffany, if you know what I mean. Oh, and, by the way, your beloved wife...is a lesbian, you lucky bastard. She and her neighbor are closer friends than you ever imagined. If I were you, I'd set up a video camera in your bedroom and tape some of this stuff. This is just too good to be true. Hey, think of the bright side, now, you can have that threesome you have always fantasized about. Only, is this your idea of marital bliss? It is, if you are into the swinging lifestyle. Yet, that is another story for another time for the group sex category.
Okay, back to my scientific studies. What I propose is not flimflam, but science. What I am writing about here is science at its purest, the science of human nature, a topic that we have an abundant supply thanks to Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, Alfred Alder, and Erik Erikson to name only a few of the most prominent behaviorists of the psychology of human nature and the human condition. I have spent my entire adult life, since the advent of the personal computer, researching this human science. It is a breakthrough I tell you and I wouldn't be surprised if I won the Nobel Prize...next year...or the year after...maybe.
No, I am not drunk or crazy. That's right; you can stand me up beside Al Gore. You tell me, which would you prefer, reduced global warming or increased body warming? Yeah, I figured as much. You're not much different than me, transparent, horny, and lonely.
If I told you that I could guarantee you results by you sending me one dollar, most of your would respond, even the skeptical ones. What do you have to lose, it's only a buck...and what if he is right? Finally, I'd have the one I love in my life. Hey, it's worth a dollar just to see him fail.
Yet, what if I told you that it would cost one hundred dollars or a thousand dollars or ten thousand dollars or even one hundred thousand dollars for you to have the one you want, then that would put you off enough for you not to invest that sum of money for a chance at sex, romance, and love with your fantasy lover, now wouldn't it? It's okay for me to mark it with a price, I invented the Wish Upon A Star Love, Romance, and Sex Program, after all, but how dare you put a price on love, romance, and sex? We only have one life to live. Why not live it with the one you want and the one that you not only fall in love with but also the one that you chose to love?
Listen, do I look like a pimp to you? This is not prostitution and I am not a pimp. I am a respected scientist, a human behaviorist, and a student of humanism, kind of, not really, not at all. Yes, I know, if it sounds too good to be true, but trust me. Have I ever lied to you? Okay, well that was just in one of my stories. Never mind. What about Bostonfictionwriter don't you or do you believe? I write fiction about Boston, albeit this story has nothing to do with Boston, unless we pretend that my lab is in Boston, Massachusetts across the Charles River from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and Harvard and down the road from Boston University.
Yet, seriously, do you think that I'd sit here and waste my time creating a computer program, the Wish Upon A Star Love, Romance, and Sex Program that guarantees you winning the affection of that hottie for a measly one hundred or one thousand dollars or ten thousand dollars or even one hundred thousand dollars? No way. Sorry, guy or gal, but this is a program affordable only to the wealthy or, at least, someone who can afford to pay me one million dollars for my services.
So, what do you get for a million bucks? You'll received the kind of specialized information which will deliver you lifelong happiness or until you divorce him or her for someone else who has caught your eye and has made you a return customer for my Wish Upon A Star Love, Romance, and Sex Program. Sorry, but that will cost you another million bucks.
That's right. To gain the key to unlock the heart of your beloved will cost you one million American dollars in cash and in small, unmarked bills delivered to a secret location in the Cayman Islands. I dare write, it is only those who can envision the value of such a scientific dream union that I want as my customers.
Why is that, you ask? Good question. Because once you are my customer, you will never theoretically return, that is, as I stated above, someone else catches your eye and you divorce your true love for him or her. For the most part and for most of you, you will remain blissfully happy with your dream person and will have no reason to look for another unless, of course, he or she dies, till death do you part.
Is my information, to have the love of your life, worth one million dollars? For those who can afford such a monetary outlay, it would be worth it to those who'd not otherwise have a chance to be with the one they love from afar. There are those who'd do whatever it takes to scrap together the money on the chance that what I peddle is real. Then, there are those who'd just walk away without a thought of regret happy but denying themselves the chance to be with the one they love with the thoughts that they just saved themselves one million dollars for what they believe is a seemingly empty and unproven promise. Good luck to you. May a camel never shit on your head.
Yet, this story is not about you or about me. It's about Marvin Jones, a man who trusted me enough and who believed in my software program enough to place one million dollars in small, unmarked bills in a large suitcase and deliver it to the secret location in the Cayman Islands for the information that I presented him to win the love of the woman of his dreams, Andrea Del Carmen. Yeah. And you know what happened? They lived happily ever after.
So, show me the money. Okay, okay, I wish you'd be dumb enough to deliver me one million dollars in small, unmarked bills. I pray that you'll never find me, once you give me your money.