Friday, November 15, 2013

I had a dream

...a vision of sorts.

I was spending a holiday with one bobo and his family. And in the middle of dinner, he dropped to one knee and proposed. Like seriously bruh? You're proposing to me? Right now? In front of all your people? When 5 minutes ago you weren't even sure you wanted to be my boyfriend?

And i just sat there. like a deer in headlights. What in the world was I supposed to do?

If i say nigga are you crazy, i'm gonna look...heartless. If i don't say anything, i'm gonna look heartless. If i run for the damn hills and never look back, i'm gonna look heartless.

So i said yes.

And this is how i came to the conclusion that if ever someone decides to surprisingly pop the question, i'd probably say yes then spend a significant amount of private time trying to figure out how the hell to get out of it.


  1. Whatever happens, DON'T say the yes in Vegas!!!
    You hear?

    1. LOL, i won't. I don't even think i'd take it serious if it happened in Vegas.

      *Note to future Mr. Ngo: Do NOT propose in Vegas unless you are joking. Scratch that, don't jokingly propose either. Unless you don't mind be castrated.*


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