A Story

One time a man traveled many miles to see a girl. He knew this was a journey many men had embarked upon but his was different. Somehow, he was going to defy all of the sad dramatic twists and succeed.
He had no idea what success was going to be or entail. His journey could not have been down a sweeter path, yet he came back feeling defeated.
“How could this happen?” he thought. “I have traveled to the land of my fair damsel without expectations. Surely this was enough.”
He wondered, had he really left to fulfill expectations after all? Those crafty little feelings, he could not control.
This vixen. Did she have no feelings? Surely his confidence, wit and dashing good looks were enough to carry him far beyond a successful voyage.
This man, he played it cool. Such witty humor was never heard before. How he coifed his locks. He had entered the inner quarters of his fair damsel and he had not the courage to state his feelings. Bold as he was, he faultered. Her perfect body language was impossible to understand. She voiced her interest in such ambiguous ways. The young man could only marvel at her coy remarks in regard to his weakly bolstered being.
LIke a man in love, this boy was humbled. Nothing left to do but react. Go with the punches. This did not lead to success.
Reeling, stunned, his hobbled journey home had him going over again and again where it could have possibly went wrong.
Could it be it went right all along?