OK. runner_chic42, I mean you NO disrespect, but, I have been presented with an incredibly unique opportunity. Both poweralto84 and RaceGirl84 have asked to be memorized. Although poweralto84′s asking was much more recent than RaceGirl84′s request, I cannot quite do RaceGirl84′s memorization without mentioning poweralto84. So, I will attempt to memorize both in this entry.
As a young man, I was blessed and cursed at an early age (the sixth grade) to know what passion was, to know beauty, to have an understanding of love, to know what I wanted out of life. God and Beethoven taught me these things. Alas, no one else in my sphere of contemporaries was quite at that stage of life, and it caused my middle and early high school years to be somewhat… lonely.
In high school I was honored and blessed to watch all the girls I once knew flourish into young women. While other young men in my class were ogling ever enlarging breasts and admiring slowly developing figures, I was quietly writing poetry in my journal about a pair of eyes I had seen, or was quietly sketching a young lady while I sat bored in class. I watched in agony as every young lady I considered pursuing was swept away by some horny young boy, to be caught up in “love” for a few weeks, and then unceremoniously dumped for whatever reason. Oh but to watch it again and again was torture.
I will admit, there were some young women who’s behavior I abhorred. Most, though, I simply prayed quietly for, hoping that they would choose to be with good young men for good reasons. There were a blessed few that I didn’t worry about at all. Milady poweralto84 and RaceGirl 84 were two of them.
I never really knew poweralto84 too well, not until my senior year of high school. I had always thought she was pretty and nice; outside that, I didn’t know her. During my senior year I was very fortunate in being cast with her in a small student directed play called “Ambivalence.” I remember one rehearsal in particular in which poweralto84 was the unknowing Muse that taught me the most important lesson in all my life: What a truly beautiful woman is. One night in rehearsal I made the wonderful mistake of looking deep into her eyes. I got so lost that I completely forgot my lines and we had to start the scene over. I couldn’t help it; I realized right then and there that sitting a foot away from me was the most beautiful woman I had yet met. Period.
Not long after that I had a long conversation with her via AIM in which I told her how beautiful she was, and after some persuasion she finally believed it. When she accepted her beauty, I felt like I had done something really great. How many women can actually say, truthfully, that they are beautiful? Think about it. I wish every woman had the conviction to believe it, but so many tell me, “No, I’m not, but thank you.” How sad. She could, though, and I hope she still can. Anyways, it was not long after that that I began addressing her as, “milady.” What an HONOR to be able to say that I have met such an amazing, kind, intelligent, and beautiful woman and to be able to keep such a wonderful title alive in her honor and the honor of a few others.
This leads me to RaceGirl84.
I remember the first day she arrived, new, at our school. I was in band, and during rehearsal there suddenly entered a tall, lithe, long-haired young lady that dropped the jaw of every young man in the room. I swear the wind stopped and the sun shone twice as bright. I had no idea who she was, but soon enough she was playing the alto saxophone not a few chairs away.
I remember at first her shyness, how she would look at the floor and smile at every word. Then I remember her incredible eyes, then her soft way of speaking. I remember thinking, “what a humble young lady!” She won my respect within days of meeting her and over time, mostly through band, we developed a nice aquaintanceship. I remember going to her graduation party and seeing her amazing house and meeting her super-cool father who, by the way, has EXCELLENT taste in music. I also remember sitting next to her on Memorial Day on the library lawn, trying to make constellations out of the freckles on her arm. 
I also remember that she worked at the drive-through bank during the summer after I graduated. What a blessing it was after a long, hard day of work to see her in the window as my dad cashed a check. There were some days that I sustained myself just with the hope that I might see something beautiful at the end of it. She, again, was an incredible and truly beautiful woman, another of which I am HONORED to say that I know and yes, I address her as milady as well.
So, I’m sure someone out there is wondering: gosh, what is this man’s criteria for him to address me as milady? Well, I myself don’t really have any “specific” guidelines. Certainly you don’t have to be perfect. The few women I am honored to address as milady have touched my heart in some incredible way, mainly through their general kindness, their grace, their spirit. Physical beauty is NOT a requirement; it just so happens that they all so far are extremely lovely.
The only other woman I can recall addressing as milady is kayteadid, but she is merely the only one who has given me her permission to do so. Yes, I ask first. There are, however, MANY other women I would gladly address in such a manner, with their permission. If you are on the list and you for whatever reason would prefer I address you as milady, let me know and it will happen. Ask any of the three ladies I mentioned before: I take it seriously! Someone has to, right?
Jackie7786, JonsiJ, BribB, AbsolutelyNormalChaos, Amy B., Tracie T., Laura G., Jennifer G., Cate B., Ashley, Brit, Michelle R., Petra K., Joanna J., and Tracey P.
If you are not on the list, please, take no offense. These are all that came to me this moment. Regardless, above is a very very short list of amazing young women you have touched my life in a very powerful way. In a different time, they would have been queens. But, as I am the last of a dying breed, I will honor them with my friendship and adoration. God bless you all.
Next I PROMISE I’ll remember runner_chic42.
Sorry all for the long post.
UPDATE: Still no word. *sigh*
Yes it’s… quite alarming.
Or is it? Anyways, I just want to ask everyone watching this to pray you don’t see the results of this man going insane on this show because dude’s crying… that’s just sad. Ron?
What? Oh. Sorry. *yawn*
Mr. Scribe’s delegation asks our viewers to keep a lookout for Mystery Girl and that if you ever see Ms. Girl on the street, please inform her that Mr. Scribe is waiting patiently and that, although he wishes her to feel unpressured and to take this at her own pace, he would appreciate a reply before the end of the academic year. Please be polite or snipers hired by Mr. Scribe will be authorized to shoot you. We at Channel 4 news have digitally generated several likenesses to assist you in spotting Mystery Girl. Bob, could you bring up those pictures?
Oh… my… 
Guys stop staring…. we’re professionals.
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