Cinderella not to be tickled

Once upon a time, a blogger was invited to a party by a prince who was expecting a wife to-be. Since none of the present girls were appealed to him, he became frustrated.
On knowing this the blogger recommended a crazy idea to the prince, “Your honor, why don’t you advertise a soul mate for you in my blog?”
He didn’t respond. Puzzled and being in a bad mood, the prince left.

The blogger kept wondering; why the prince seemed not to be attracted to the beauties around. Whereas the angels had been already available and ready to choose.

It was getting late. The clock on the wall showed it was 11:45. The prince and the king, unbelievable, had already gone to bed. The blogger was the only man in the party now. It was like heaven, don’t you think?

To his excitement, while sitting in the verandah, he found this gorgeous one in the front yard, dressed elegantly, smiling at him. The most beautiful out of the rest, he might guess.
“Does Cinderella really exist?” he asked himself. Right away he ran after the girl leaving the rest with questions. The girl seemed to tease him and kept running. How come; he felt as if being tickled?

“Hey Cinderella, wait …,” he demanded.
Finally she stopped. He asked her to sit with him under the full moon in an open space. Several minutes passed, nobody talked.

Then the blog tried to open a conversation, “We’ve been long here but you seem not to be in a mood to say a word! What are you attracted to; the scientific, electronics, the arts and literature? Are you the one who doesn’t pay attention, yet notices everything? May I know the man of your dreams? Is he the one rich in talent, ideas and achievement?”

The girl only giggled.

“Hey, say something, I know you have grown up in the era of the ubiquitous @symbol. But aren’t you interested in blogging? Are you familiar with Google, the internet search engine? Or have you already had an adbrite account to monetize your website? What the hell am I talking about? Great, sometimes we forget just how far this revolutionary technology has taken us already, right?”

“Thanks,” said the girl.
“For what?”
“Taking me home.”

The blogger looked round, but found no home. He was there alone in the compound of a cemetery.

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