Tomas,
I was buying some theater tickets for my boss. You were working the box office. You are Irish. I made jokes about being a poor college student, brought up Nunzi’s…you laughed. You love the food there too. My boss and I walk away from your booth, but I can’t help but want to say one more thing, “why aren’t you wearing the plum shirt?”. I’m so charming…how could you resist me?
It’s the night of the event and you’re working the booth again. You notice I’m not with my boss as they hand in their tickets (I was only fake buying them so we could get a discount…sorry). You ask about me. You get my first name and immediately look me up on facebook (because that’s what our generation does). Find my profile? Yes, I am witty. And isn’t it cute that I don’t have a real picture…but one that a student drew of me? How clever. You decide to send me a message and ask to be my friend….thus starts our whirlwind romance. Because what good is facebook if I can’t use it as a springboard to find my future husband?
I’ll give you my number and you’ll call me and talk Irish to me, we’ll be married in Ireland. It will be beautiful.
Green has always been my favorite color.
The end.
I'm not Juno. 