Wednesday, September 23, 2009
There I was, Monday afternoon walking across campus.
I was at work, and I had just finished moving a projector in the Talmage building.
I race out of the unbelievably bad smelling building and make my way towards the HFAC.
I'm walking fast, my hair blowing in the wind, my little feet shuffling.
When all of the sudden I'm stopped.
"Can I ask you a question?"
This isn't unusual to be stopped while walking across campus, so I comply.
Then, all of the sudden the stranger is down on one knee.
"Will you marry me?"
He holds out a sparkling ring.
Why in the heck are you doing this?
I ask in my mind, then I tell a simple lie:
"Sorry, I'm taken."