THE BOY meet THE GIRL.

NARRATOR: Once upon a time, there was a BOY and a GIRL. (THE BOY and THE GIRL take their seats as they are introduced) They went to the
same University together, where they went to study,
go to classes, and meet other boys and other
girls. Now, not surprisingly, the boys wanted to
meet other girls and the girls wanted to meet
other boys, and so it was with this boy and this
girl.
First, THE GIRL met MR. RICH. He looked very
nice, with gold rings, bracelets, chains and, most
importantly, a gold money clip. They went out to
dinner at a very nice restaurant, he ordered the
wine in French and THE GIRL was enjoying herself
very much. Except when the bill came, and MR.
RICH ordered separate checks. "Because a penny
saved, is a penny earning compound interest
daily!" So much for MR. RICH.
Meanwhile,
THE BOY had met MISS SOCIETY GIRL. THE BOY had saved a lot of money, not doing laundry for weeks, not getting new tires for his car, and not buying various sundries in order
that he might be able to impress her. MISS SOCIETY GIRL looked around at his beat-up car, and sniffed disapprovingly. She then sniffed again,
and THE BOY suddenly realized that maybe one
of the sundries he should not have skipped buying
was deodorant.
Just then his car had a flat tire and THE BOY
thought that perhaps he should have gotten those
new tires, anyway. MISS SOCIETY GIRL had had
enough, and promptly got out of THE BOY's
beat-up car, and called for a taxi. As the taxi
drove off, THE BOY heard MISS SOCIETY GIRL
give the driver THE BOY's address, for where to
send the bill. So much for MISS SOCIETY GIRL.
Meanwhile,
THE GIRL had found MR. BRAINS,
who was a brilliant microbiologist, and was going
on to an impressively smart graduate school to
earn his doctorate. After establishing on who was
going to pay for the meal, she decided to go. At
first, MR. BRAINS talked about interesting things,
solving world hunger, space explorations, and
curing deadly diseases. But when the waiter
arrived with the food, MR. BRAINS began
talking about fungus, edible molds, digestive
juices, and stomach parasites. THE GIRL excused
herself and that was it for MR. BRAINS.
At this time, THE BOY had found MISS FITNESS,
and in order to meet her, he had to join an
aerobics class. She jogged, and THE BOY jogged.
She did sit ups, and he did sit ups. She did curls
with arm weights, he did curls with arm weights.
One day, while they were doing toe touches during
a three hour beginner's intensive program (for
him), THE BOY's back gave a crack, and he
remained in the toe touch position. Turned off by
his weakness, MISS FITNESS left THE BOY and
went and joined her six hour advanced intensive
program.
Meanwhile,
THE GIRL had met MR. FAST CAR,
who had the coolest wheels on campus, and she
got to ride with him and was the envy of all they
surveyed. But he was so concerned about his car,
that she had to sit in the back seat, and he gave
her a towel to put underneath her so as not to
dirty the upholstery, and a hair net so that no
hair fell off on the seats. Soon she was the joke
of all that surveyed them, and MR. FAST CAR
didn't last too long.
Now THE BOY had found MISS MODEL, and felt
he was the luckiest guy on campus. But he
couldn't even hold her hand because it was "an
insurance risk", and she couldn't keep from
looking at her face in a mini- mirror, and kept
touching up her face with a dab of foundation, a
bit of rouge and a little more eye shadow. Her
primping became incessant, and her perfume
became industrial strength. "It's my own brand,"
MISS MODEL said, squirt, squirt. "I have to
advertise it!" THE BOY suggested that she
advertise elsewhere.
In her searching, THE GIRL had now found MR.
JOKE, who was witty and fun to be around, he
could tell you one joke after another and keep you
laughing all evening long. "This is kind of fun"
THE GIRL thought to herself. Suddenly, she
smelled smoke and felt a searing pain in her foot
and realized that MR. JOKE had just given her a
hotfoot. "HA! HA! What fun!" said MR. JOKE.
"Yeah, 'Ha ha'" THE GIRL thought, and that was
all for MR. JOKE.
THE BOY had met MISS MIRTH, who was all
giggles, and bubbles, and overflowing with
laughter. While this was enjoyable for a time, THE
BOY began to notice something strange. MISS
MIRTH would laugh at almost anything. THE BOY
decided to try something. He started out by just
saying ordinary words. First, THE BOY said
"ironing board", and MISS MIRTH burst into fits
of laughter. THE BOY tried "birdcage", and she
doubled over in hysterics. Finally, when THE BOY
said "transistor radio", MISS MIRTH fell off her
seat howling with laughter. This was too much.
Fun is fun, and while laughter is enjoyable, THE
BOY decided there had to be something better.
But where to find something better? Where to find
someone better?
THE BOY and THE GIRL were depressed.
Then, one day, sitting in the library (they had
decided that it was about time they did some
studying, for a change), THE GIRL caught THE
BOY's eye. THE GIRL immediately gave it back to
him.
(NARRATOR to THE BOY and THE GIRL)
Er, sorry about that.
They soon got to know each other and they found out a lot of things:
He wasn't MR. RICH, but she could be comfortable around him, and that you can't buy.
She wasn't MISS HIGH SOCIETY, but she had a grace and elegance of her own that was no brand name.
He wasn't MR. BRAINS, but he understood her without needing books, and that was most important.
She wasn't MISS FITNESS, but she wasn't running around so much that she wouldn't stop
and listen to him.
He wasn't MR. FAST CAR, but she was the envy
of all he surveyed, and that was nice.
She wasn't MISS MODEL, but she had her own inner beauty that never needed dabbing.
He wasn't MR. JOKE and she wasn't MISS MIRTH, but they enjoyed each other's company very much.
...And that's the way it has been ever since
THE BOY meet THE GIRL.