Credit: The School of Life The School of Life
“I cleared my throat, mustered all the courage and moxie I had remaining, and said,
“Will You Marry Me?”
No respond; Just a blank stare.
She retired over to the Nasty Couch, but not before gathering all her props:
- Glass of Pinot.
- Virginia Slim
- Cell Phone
- NY Times, Washington Post, And Waco Weekly Wipe
- Yeah. There’s that.
- Always that.
- Always That Attitude: Nuclear Option
She sat down.
I tried to ignore her.
Seated at my comp, pretending to write, I kept looking over my shoulder at her.
I stood up, walked over to her,
“Are you gonna answer my proposition?”
She looked up and pierced me with those piercing eyes.
“What proposition would that be?”
“The one whereby I begged your hand in marriage.”
“Oh, that. You were serious?”
Taken somewhat aback, I said, “Fucking yeah! I was serious.”
“Oh.” was all she said.
Then she said, “Let me ponder that for some moments. You do realize, I have other clients, and I am far removed from stupid.”
She continued: “Lance, you are charming, upon rare occasions, but… I am immune… to your charms. Ponder that.”
Then she snapped the NY Times back in my face and buried her head in the crossword puzzle.
I slinked back to my computer chair and immersed myself in self-pity.
To Be Continued…