Friday, February 29, 2008
This ones for you
I arrived at work this morning to find this article sitting on my desk. Thoughtfully delivered by our office manager to all the single girls in the office. He later made the rounds to take credit for placing the article and told me that I may as well take advantage of this, because it only happens once every four years........................................................ and I'm not getting any younger. Which, to his credit, it's true. I mean, I'm not getting any younger. Yet. That's pretty much a scientific impossibility. (Give em a few years, they're working on it). So after much (37 seconds) of thought I have come to a very important conclusion. Today is my day, I might as well embrace it. And seeing as how I am one of 2 single girls in my department (the other who happens to live with me....we're pretty much certain that the office assumes we are involved. And we do whatever we can to encourage that belief), I (or we, my significant other and I) are the disgrace of the office. Time is wearing thin. The other girls are parading about with their pregnant bellies, pending nuptials next month, the month after, and the month after that, and the purchasing of new condos with their boyfriends. I obviously need to step up (Step Up 2 The Streets I mean). Just imagine what comes next being expressed whilst I break dance in the rain, scantily clad, of course. I mean, who doesn't want a proposal from a woman with dancing skills?
So here goes nothing, for all you single men out there, I want to look long and hard at this picture and imagine that it is me on bended knee and you with the swanky kerchief in your pocket................because after much consideration of our devotion towards one another, not to mention the endless reading of blogs, online communication, and countless tears of joy and sadness, I think I am ready. Ready to give my heart and soul, to YOU. Yes you, if you would only have me, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, through the bad blogs and the good. Will you marry me?
Now nobody can ever say that I didn't try. Because I did, I was just bearing my soul back there, really put it out on the line. I feel so vulnerable.
The office manager will be so proud. And will probably take credit for our union. But who cares, as long as we are together.