My first, last, and only marriage proposal delivered over text:
Young Hot NYC Lawyer: Soft consonants are a hoot.
Me:...marry me? Please?
[Long a$$ torturous pause]
[begins collecting the remains of her pride]
Young Hot NYC Lawyer: Night, night.
[Throws arms up and let's tattered remains scatter to the ground as she walks away and concludes, "fuck it."]
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