Can Yaman International Presents: "Love and Pixie Dust"

Chapter 1: "When Pixie Met Bigfoot"

"Why? Why are you doing this? You lied to me!"

I was startled out of my own misery by a woman's high-pitched wail. I gave up glaring at the restaurant across the road and the innocent passersby who unwittingly wandered into my line of sight. I glanced over to see a woman doing her best impression of a koala.

A strong and deep man's voice was saying, "I never lied to you. I was really clear about it. You decided you wanted more. Stop this now."

The man, a startlingly handsome specimen of a man, was drawing more than a few covetous looks from women and men alike. Given the circumstances, he was being incredibly patient and even somewhat heroic as he tried to gently untangle a semi-hysterical woman from around his neck.

I didn't really see any of what was happening in that way. All I saw was another broken-hearted woman who had given too much away. And a man who took it then threw it away like so much garbage when it no longer served him.

"You're better off without him, honey," I yelled abruptly. "Stop wasting yourself on this douchebag. You can do better! We can all do better!"

My voice was loud enough that the embattled couple and several random bystanders stopped to stare at me with varying degrees of shock on their faces.

Maybe I should have been embarrassed at my public display of frustration and anger. But I had just lost my job and found out on the very same day that my dirtbag boyfriend had been cheating on me for months. So, I had zero fucks left to give so I shouted some more sage advice.

"You're beautiful, young, and maybe smart. Although you're not acting very smart at the moment. Go find yourself a man that can appreciate these things. This one obviously doesn't," I yelled, sniffing disdainfully.

Hearing my words, the woman's arms fell away from the man's neck in utter astonishment. The man took advantage of this and put a healthy distance between himself and his would-be boa constrictor.

She glared at him and spat out, "Jerk!" She shot me a dirty "if looks could kill" look and shouted, "Mind your own business." Then she turned on a spiky heel and stomped away.

"Ungrateful twit," I muttered. Looking away from the tittering crowd, I went back to staring daggers at the restaurant across the road and stewing on my hate.

"Thank you," a deep voice beside me uttered.

I looked up startled... and up... and oh, wow! He was even more... dazzling... up close! I blinked against his abnormal beauty.

"Ugh. You're a giant. I'm going to get a crick in my neck," I grouched.

He obligingly sat down and said, "Thanks" again. A small smile played around his full mouth.

"What for?" I shot back.

"I've been trying to get rid of her for weeks. You accomplished it in a few seconds."

"No need to thank me. I didn't do it for you. She deserves better. Better than an emotionally constipated man-child." I raised my chin defiantly and gave him a narrow-eyed look.

He replied, "More than likely. But in my defense, I never lied to her and I am not emotionally constipated."

"Humph," I grumbled doubtfully.

"Why are you so convinced that I'm the villain here?"

"Of course, you are. Look at you," I made a motion with my hand to encompass his unrealistic and decidedly unfair good looks.

He looked down at himself and then back at me with a perplexed look on his face.

"Oh, don't give me those puppy eyes. You know you're obnoxiously beautiful and you use that to your advantage. With a face like that, it's pretty obvious you've been able to coast through life on your looks and little else. You lured that poor woman into your web with your come-hither eyes and your big... arms."