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writes:Hey guys! I haven't been on DearCupid in MONTHS, and I'm happy to say that, upon returning, I can still see some really great advice being given and received EVERYWHERE! You haven't changed a bit :)Except...I was just browsing through the articles page. And it struck me that there simply aren't enough happy tales in there!Now I'm not saying that everyone who writes an article is depressive. But there are so many "How-To" guides, or sad stories: moral tales, written opinions and, more recently, a request for love-spells! That one made me chuckle, I have to admit (it and its answers actually proved an interesting read, though I still remain skeptical).Some of you may have deduced by now, that I am currently in an extraordinarily good mood. You may not really care why, but I'll tell you anyway :)I recently spent 2 weeks on holiday, near the coast in France, with another family who have long been friends with mine.Over this last year or so, I have noticed a growing attatchement to the eldest daughter in family B: (name omitted).At first I dismissed it: a simple crush, I told myself. She's about a year and a half younger than me - I'm just seeing her differently, now she's growing up.Yet the feelings remained, and one evening on this oh so lovely holiday, I found myself sitting opposite (name missing) at the dinner table. Running along the length of the table, connecting the legs, was a wooden beam: the sort you just seem to inexplicably HAVE to rest your feet on. Idly, halfway through the meal, I did so.Guess who was already there.I aborted hastily and apologised quietly to (name unavailable), then moved my clumsy walkers slightly further along.Imagine my surprise when something touched my ankle, then came to rest on the beam next to my foot! I paused in my gorging, and shot a glance at (name busy: come back later). Her expression hadn't changed, and she continued eating and talking normally... I took a chance. Slowly and carefully, I slid my tentative toes, until skin met skin.No flinch. No pause in conversation. No reaction at all in fact, except to shift her own foot slightly so the contact was increased.Mum asked me why I was grinning stupidly. I told her the worst joke I know: I am renowned for my taste in awful puns. Everyone groaned:(name totallynotforgottenoranything) giggled.And that was that!The rest of the holiday turned out to be a mixed bag of shy, secretive flirting, long talks about nothing in particular that remained fascinating all the while, warm and prolongued hugs if no-one else was around... The foot-thing might have been repeated, but for a shuffling of seats at mealtimes. Oh well. I really didn't care, because we ended up sitting side-by-side. Until THAT particular day, I'd never even held a girl's hand (excluding those silly circle-games we all played at school when we were small, or helping someone up a steep hill [loooong story...]), much less received a squeeze in return!But it didn't last, of course: as a wise man once said, "all good 2 week stays on the coast in France with the girl you seem to have developed a thing for, must come to an end."The last day was spent driving. 2 families, 2 cars. We arrived at the port about 4 hours before the ferry was due to leave. So we did that thing that British tourists love to do in France.We watched a large sluice gate close veeeeeeeeeeery sloooooowly, and the boats all come in (not in that order).Yes, I know: exciting! :D It was really quite fascinating, though: we calculated (roughly) that the pumps for the mechanism would shift water at around 10 cubic metres PER SECOND... but I digress... I watched the boats, standing with (she-who-should-not-be-named). If someone had spared more than a glance, they may have thought we were standing uneccessarily close.I heartily disagree.After, we ate. Where? At a resturaunt, of course! Tourists to the core! I spent the first course debating the finer points of quantum physics with her older brother, one of my greatest and most valued friends (or that episode of Family Guy... I forget), and then us lads opted to split a banana-split that turned out to be MUCH smaller than advertised. I ended up polishing off (name censored)'s sundae, which she claimed she couldn't finish by herself. Tasty ice-cream, that was.We still had an hour and a bit to kill before the boat left. So we all went for a stroll along the beach.The reason for this was beyond me: it was almost dark, you could barely see the sun at all, and every 4 steps you had to side-step some french dog's leavings.But in the end, it didn't matter. On the way back, myself and (identity restricted) were at the rear of the column of 10. We didn't talk much. We just walked along. And we held hands. All the way back.After that, things went quickly. We got on the boats, slept, woke up, got off the boats, and bade farewell to each other. Then the two families parted, and went to their respective homes.Now, of course, is the time where I hope to high-heaven she doesn't frequent this website. But I can safely say, that France 2010 has been my favourite trip so far :)And that's why I'm happy right now :P Hopefully this little story made you smile, of chuckle, or at least roll your eyes. I don't mind.But please: if you have had a happy moment such as this, share it! It can be so uplifting for those who come here feeling down: put a smile on their faces! :DKeep it up, DearCupid! I have faith in you all :)
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reader, anonymous, writes (15 September 2010): You just made my day! Oh, to be young and innocent again:)
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reader, C. Grant  +, writes (15 September 2010):
 Well done! And well-written, too.
That's a very welcome change from what we usually see. Thanks a bunch. (And I hope you see her again).
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reader, Alittlebroken +, writes (26 August 2010):
 What a lovely story. Nice to see that young guys appreciate cuddles and hand holding too, not just sex! What a lovely romantic little story, it lifted my spirits!
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reader, Cerberus_Raphael  +, writes (26 August 2010):
 Good to see one happy tale being told. It is a tragedy that most of the stories here are grim but I've looked and read a lot of questions, some of them have happy endings! Very happy endings but isn't that why people frequent this site anyway? To know how to get their happy ending? :)
Good luck with that relationship of yours, hope it get's happier.
I hope that helps. (I know I didn't actually do anything but saying that is my thing)
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