How I really met your mother

When George first saw her, he knew she was the one for him. She was just like him in every way down to the last detail.

The first thing that he saw was her head. As it came out of the water, he felt that it was going in slow motion. Very slow motion. Her eyes twinkled and her face looked fresh, like the fresh seaweed which was the island's specialty.

Soon he could see her long neck which was her base for her beautiful face.

They say that long necked women were the most attractive. She certainly was.

She caught his eye and smiled.She did it very slowly so that he could see her whole face light up.Now she almost radiated her beauty.

He opened his nose and smelled her. She had a unique smell- her own perfume. A perfume that had things that when mixed together wouldn't smell well, but like the beauty that was her, they did.

He let the smell waft through his nostrils and stood their dreamily.

He thought about calling out to her but knew that she might not reply back.She might not like him back. She was supposed to say that he was the one back, like in a movie, but he knew that it might not be. After all it was only just now that he had first knew she existed. Someone with the same important history and background and interests as him.So he thought about seeking her out.

He knew that even with the short distance between them getting to her pool was going to be difficult with the terrain between them.

He thought about running through the resort and taking on the obstacles just to reach her. He was worried he would hurt himself.

"So what?" he thought aloud . It's not like he was a 120 year old man.And there were many medics on the island.

In fact he was only 78 years old. Very young he thought. Young enough to find the one anyway.

He heard some people point at him, then her and chatter. He looked around and saw some of the scientists who worked on this island coming up to him. It's as if they had read his mind.

Before he could tell them, he was lifted up onto a wheelchair and taken towards the pool that his future wife was in.

He considered the likely hood of him meeting her ever. Someone like him getting with someone like her? Impossible. But yet he was not supposed to have survived his surgery either. And here he was on a tropical island.

When he first saw her. He was speechless. He mumbled "I ...am... George, and... I... am... from... London".

To his surprise she was very shy. At any moment she looked like she going to retreat into her own shell.

Finally she said "Georgina....from Ecuador".

He laughed.

They looked at each other and were silent for some time.

He found out many things about her. Many very interesting things. She was one of five quintuplets, all surviving , but they hadn't seen each other in years (My mum had so few kids, she told him). She was a young 67, so not out of the question. It was her first time on this resort. She liked the seaweed a lot, and it was the first time she had eaten it.

Slowly but surely, they started to grow closer and closer. His mouth nearly reached hers when suddenly they heard a click.

They both just stood there in silence. They had been caught by the paparazzi.

The next day the paper read : One in a million chance occurs: Nearly extinct giant tortoise species starts breeding process: captive specimen from London mates with wild specimen from Ecuador.