This just in …
Maintenance Man — is married. Yeah. I know. I couldn’t believe it either. Here’s how it went down:
I was transferring from the light-rail to the northbound train after work when I saw him. So, I did what any normal 30-year-old single girl would do. I followed him.
Some might call this stalking. I, personally, call it serendipity.
Anyhow, he was with friends, one of whom I know, so I casually and very nonchalantly sat down in the row behind them and caught wind of their conversation.
Some might call this eavesdropping. I, personally, call it being in the right place at the right time.
Eventually the wife came up and I found myself sitting there dumbfounded. Not that I loved him or even thought anything would even happen. It was just a mini-crush. The result of not having kissed anyone in, oh say, uh … ahem, well that’s just none of your business, thank you very much.
The dumbfoundedness turned into laughter, as this is not the first time this has happened, which led to slight annoyance.
Ladies, if you’re married, and you like him, then you better put a ring on it, as my girl Beyonce would say. Your non-ring-wearing husbands are killing us single girls. Killing us.
In other news …
Tonight was a “run-day” for triathlon training. And I sprinted. So you should all congratulate me on how awesome I am. (Mostly because I want to die, and I think I might, so you should get all the nice things you want to say to me in now before I pass on.)
And finally, to wrap up the news for this Tuesday night …
Today is my mom’s and my granddad’s birthday and I want to give a little shout-out to both. (My uncle put a shortcut to my blog on my granddad’s laptop so my readership now includes my grands — which I think is too cute.) I have posts about both my mom and granddad simmering. But right now, my body is shutting down, on account of the sprinting you see, and I’m anxious to see who I’ll be smoochin’ on in my dreams now that Maintenance Man is hitched. I have high hopes … but I don’t want to jinx it, so I’m not telling you.
And that’s the way it is.