The following short story appears in a different version in my
book
Finding Love And Intimacy, which you can check out in my
Books section of this web and order.

                       THE GEOMETRY OF LOVE
                  A Fantasy in Three Dimensions
                         By Robert Mauro
                                 
     Once upon a time there was a Square.  No one seemed to love
him.  He had moved into a land of curves, a place filled with
Perfect Circles and Hardballs.  It was called Roundlandia.  He
had been born in the Land of Angles, a place where Rectangles,
Octagons, Rhomboid, Triangles and Squares lived.  It was called
Anglandia.  Some Anglandians were Obtuse, and some were just
Right.  But most were good, in varying degrees.  The place was
sometimes derogatorily referred to by Roundlandians as
"Squaresville."  There a Square was accepted by everyone.  In
Anglandia everyone had something in common: all their lines ended
in a single point, forming an angle.  But now he had moved to a
new town, which seemed like a whole new world.  The Square felt
like a stranger in a strange land.  It was a land of curves,
where there were no ends to anyone's lines.  And they just seemed
to go on and on forever.  Yet the Square sort of liked the women
who lived in Roundlandia.  They were perfectly round, Perfect
Circles.  A few were pretty Ovals.  There were even the cutest
Ellipses he had ever seen.  Yet they didn't seem to like him at
all.
     "You're so...square!" one Oval said, rolling along, right
passed him.
     "I never date men with sharp edges!" said a Perfect Circle,
going on endlessly about his worst points, which to his friends
back home in Anglandia had been his finest points.
     So the Square went about his days in Roundlandia, slipping
and sliding through life on his flat bottom.  He found it
difficult to do anything or get anywhere in Roundlandia.  There
was no way for him to get into buildings or even up curbs.  In
Roundlandia people just rolled up curbs and steps.  But the
Square could not get his flat bottom up a curb or a single step. 
When he tried, he just slid right down again.  In Anglandia they
had no steps or curbs.  Everything was ramped.  You just slid
here and there, in and out of buildings and up and down ramps.
     So the Square began to lose hope.  Life seemed to be one big
round hole and totally empty at that.  There was no one he could
find to love or be loved by.  And he missed his friends back
home.  Even the guys.  In Roundlandia the men were all Hardballs. 
No one wanted to be his friend.
     "Look at that Square, man!" said one Hardball, bouncing his
hard words right off the Square.
     "Yeah!  What a blockhead!" said another Hardball.
     So the Square ended up feeling like a great big block of
ice.  He hated being cold and hard, but in Roundlandia that was
all he could be.  If he tried to be well-rounded, he was just
hurt.  So he developed a cold, hard exterior.  Then one day he
saw some Perfect Circles making fun of a cute, little Oval.
     "You're nothing but a Zero!" said one Perfect Circle,
laughing at the cute, little Oval.
     "Yeah.  A great, big Zero!  A nothing!" said another Perfect
Circle.
     They left the cute, little Oval all by herself, crying.
     When the Square saw her crying, his hard, icy exterior began
to melt.  This cute, little Oval was the first Roundlandian he
had ever seen with any feelings.  She was actually crying.  He
slid right on over to her.
     "Don't cry," he said, dripping all over, melting faster and
faster.
     "Don't look at me!" she cried.  "I'm a nothing!  A Zero!"
     "No, you're not!  I think you're the cutest Oval I've ever
seen!" he said, melting as she stopped crying and began smiling
up at him.
     "You think so?  Really?" she asked.
     "Oh, yes!  Hey, I'm the ugly one.  I'm the Square!"
     "You?  No!  You're the sharpest guy I've ever seen!" said
the cute, little Oval.
     "Me?"
     "Yes!  You're solid!  And you have many sides to you," said
the little Oval.
     "Gee.  Thanks.  Listen, would you like to go see a play or
something?"
     "You want to go out with me?" said the cute, little Oval.
     "Yeah!  There's a great little play down at the Circle in
the Square Playhouse.  Wanna go?"
     "With you?  Anytime!"
     And so out they went.
     It wasn't long before the Square and the Oval were bonding
their surfaces tightly together.  At first it was a little tricky
finding just the right position, just the right angle.  But they
found a way...as love always does.  In time they married and had
twins.  I'm not sure what the twins looked like.  But, legend has
it, they were the most beautiful babies that either Anglandia or
Roundlandia had ever seen.  And they were neither squares nor
Zeros!