Friday, December 2, 2011

arranged marriage

If I had a nickel for every time I thought some random guy could/should be my future husband...

I would have a pile of nickels.  A large pile.  I could probably buy something nice for myself.


Here we have the most recent men and why we're getting married.  Obviously.

carpet cleaning guy: we like the same musician.  and he was in my apartment for like, ten whole minutes.

the guy sitting in front of me in the library: because he's there.  and i like his windbreaker.

Peter from the crosswalk: my first "hi, I'm an RM" experience.

the boy who smiled at me from his hot car: duh.

mustache man (who said I was the first to compliment, not run away): he obviously needs me.

and then there's hot, reading man in library (need I say more?) who is probably the perfect combination of all of the above.  right?  yeah, until his girl comes and hugs him for a long time.  Too long.  She has a ring.  Although, this supposedly isn't a problem because, as I've heard from way too many professors/leaders, it's not over until he has a ring on.

this place is weird.

but we all know best friends who write really great letters are the best.


Happy weekend!  I only have two more until my first semester of college is done.  Done done done.
&& if everything goes as planned, I will be seeing Like Crazy tonight and shedding some happy/sad tears with the best friend (I need some catharsis up in here!).

2 comments:

  1. this may just be one of the best blog posts in all of blog land. for reals though. i'm the same way. i see a guy with great curly hair - oh hey we should date. i find out some guy likes the same music as me - soul mates. i hear he likes mexican food - totally meant to be.

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  2. Hi there. I'm Maggie's cousin down in Provo. And I love this post, and you could totally get the hot guy in the Library before there is a ring on his finger. And I most definitely think the same way about complete strangers. It could happen!!!

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