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Late May 2006, I felt someone inside wanting to tell a story. While I'd normally ignore it, I felt the need to leave a door open so that character could walk out, or I could walk into his world. I had one more chance to ignore him, but I'd already begun my right brain experiment. "Left brain, shutdown, right brain OBSERVE." That's when I got my first story image. Rather than define the narrator in The ReDating Game, I tried echoing his elusive feelings. I got anger, confusion, despair, futility and loneliness. Left brain kicked in ... Is this just a psychological reflection of me and my moods? Happily, it was not. "Left brain off, right brain contact him."The initial, resolving image for The ReDating Game was this: A man sat alone at a four-place food court table. His left arm was extended on the table and held a blue soft drink cup. The table was the closest to a short (three foot high) wall. Many people milled past the wall, near him. He was scanning the crowd for someone special. "Beaming, she pressed her face against his. "I know you do, Josh. You're so good to me."He shook his head. "No, tell me you love me. I want you to say it." I love you, Josh. I love you so much it hurts." Therese sighed and hugged him. "I just worry sometimes. This can't go on forever..."Josh had nothing to say to that, but the silence between them spoke volumes. After a moment, he glanced at his neighbors' alarm clock. "I should get back. Mom'll be home in an hour." The thought of Gerald and Becky alone in his house made him nervous.Therese dropped her head on the pillow, her arms still wrapped around him. "Can't you stay a little longer? I'm sure Gerald can come up with an excuse why you're not there." She smiled mischievously, running her fingers over his chest. "And there's one more present for you ... Linda!"An unfamiliar beauty marched into the room, modeling a more realistic but still very sexy French maid outfit. "Happy birthday, Master..." she purred in a convincing French.
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