I think there was something in the water this summer. Every weekend, it seemed, was some one's wedding, engagement, bridal shower, or rehearsal dinner. No matter which direction I looked, it was wedding, wedding, wedding.
Speaking of weddings, I received a proposal.
Yes, the marriage kind!
When am I getting married? Well, there's a few complications.
Complications? For starters, I need to know his name.
No, I don't know his name. It happened so quickly.
No! I didn't meet him on some random dating website. Just listen...
Look, do you want to hear the story or not?
Okay then. So a few years ago my sister, Johnny Cherie, gave me a paper weight for my birthday. It looks just like a solitaire engagement ring. I took it to work and it proved to be a great conversation starter. One weekend, one of the office suites next to us had an attempted robbery. The county sent over two police men to check for damage. Since our office shares a back hallway with our neighbors, the cops came to our suite as well. I assured them that we had looked through the office and nothing was damaged or missing. As the cops turned to leave, the ring caught the attention of one officer.
"Wow, that's a nice ring!"
"It is, thank you. I'm just waiting for the guy that comes with it."
To my surprise, he picked up the ring, dropped to one knee, and proposed.
I was speechless.
I usually have, as the name suggests, a lotta thoughts sprinting through my mind but at that moment, I had absolutely no thought, no idea, and no clue how to respond.
So I blushed.
And he laughed. He put the ring back on my desk and walked out. Out of the office and out of my life.
Um, Mr. Officer? Hello? Were you serious? Hello? "I do." Can you hear me? Mr. Officer?