TBWCYL Day 296 - Marrying kind

Yesterday I was to propose to a complete stranger. I think I did pretty good. I actually made two proposals. One anonymously and one verbally.

Last night I went to see the stand up comic, Jim Gaffigan, at the Majestic Theatre in downtown Dallas. I went with a couple of friends and we went to dinner first where I put down a few beers and a pretty decent chicken pot pie. After we stopped for coffee at the Murray Street Coffee House and I went to the bathroom where I got the chance to make my first proposal.

You see, the bathroom was covered in magic marker and on the back of the toilet was an entire bag filled with them. I guess you are supposed to write on the tile and the walls because everyone had. I reached in the bag and on the bathroom mirror wrote, "Will You Marry Me? If so please call XXX-XXX-XXXX." and put my actual phone number. No one called last night but who knows.

Next we hit the Majestic and I got to my seat which ended up being about 7 rows back from the stage. As Jim Gaffigan came out I cupped my hands to my mouth and yelled, "Marry me Jim" to which he replied, "Thanks for coming out ladies and gentleman". He hadn't heard me. Jilted lover syndrome was onset but I waited til the end of the show and tried again.

He was walking off stage and I yelled again, "Marry Me Jim". He said nothing but came back out seconds later. My heart leaped from my chest. Was he going to accept my proposal? Would we be together? No, he just returned for a quick encore and I sucked up my broken heart.

Woe is me,

Newt