no he wasn't on bended knee and no, he did not have a diamond ring, but i said yes! let me explain:
we had lunch together this week and after lunch we were walking around when he said he wanted to check out an event space in our building - apparently it's suppose to be very pish posh and beautiful. on our way there we realized we had to come up with a reason/lie in order to be allowed in; i said we should pretend we're here on behalf of our company, looking into event spaces for a corporate function. he agreed with me but then after a while he said "we should pretend that we're engaged to be married." WHAT??? i laughed and asked if this meant that i'd have to convert to his religion, or whether he should convert to mine.
we finally got to the floor where the elevator up to the event space was located. we entered the elevator (we were the only ones) and pressed the button; the doors closed and then...nothing. we weren't moving, but the doors weren't opening! we were laughing and pressing all the buttons, trying to get something to work; we were also wondering how we would explain this to our co-workers when we got back. if i was more suave i would've said something suggestive, which would have led to him grabbing me, pushing me up against the wall and kissing me passionately (ha ha, in my fantasies!), but i am about as suave as an acne-infested, pre-pubescent nerd, and it didn't even DAWN on me to saying something like that, so we continued to laugh and press buttons instead. he then mentions that i don't have a diamond ring on my left ring finger so we might not be able to pass it off; again i made a joke of the situation and said "what, no diamond? what kind of a girl do you think i am?" we then tried the 'door open' button again and the elevator doors finally parted. sigh.
yes i know, i said i wouldn't post anything about him unless it was a significant development, but don't you think a proposal of marriage is?
CET :o)
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Hahaha...the elevator romance is such a cliched scenario, but it is surprising how often we do find ourselves in those situations. For example: I was visiting a friend in Europe several years ago; arriving in his city and following simple directions to his apartment from the airport using transactions in a language that is certainly not my mother tongue. I am already prepared for his absence--I was arriving late morning after a red-eye flight and after he had left for work--but we had planned for his girlfriend to wait around to let me into the flat and head into work a little bit late. In order to reach their sixth story apartment with my 60 lb suitcase, we required the assistance of the littleteenytinytwopersoninacageelevatorwithjustenoughroomforthetwoofusandmysuitcase...such was the technology of the time the building was erected. Sure enough, the elevator gives out around the fifth floor, not with nerve-racking screeching or a sudden, short plummet; it just stops cold and we are trapped in a discrete box roughly the width of a Queen-sized bed.
She speaks very little English.
I speak very little of her language.
She is tall, dark-haired and rather handsome (in a womanly way).
I am tall, dark-haired and somewhat handsome (in a manly way).
Although some rudimentary conversation is made about how odd this encounter is, it is clear that the "couple trapped in an elevator leads to hot, sweaty passion" scenario is universally understood and therefore requires no discussion.
When not speaking, we can hear each other's nervous breaths.
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