Going to the chapel...

So today, there was a couple out front who was asking for me, and from the sound of it, they made the impression that they actually KNEW who I was. Odd thing was that when I looked up the name, I had no clue whatsoever who they were.

Of course, I'm hesitant to go out. What if they're crazy stalkers finally making their move? What if they're friends of crazy stalkers who are having them finally make their move? What if they were bought by crazy stalkers and paid to finally make their move?

Either situation, it doesn't sound all too pleasant in my book.

Anyways, so I go out and immediately, the husband grabs my hand and says "I'm so glad to finally meet you!"

I smile and respond sweetly "Its nice to meet you too" but secretly thinking "are you gonna make your move now stalker??"

The wife then hands me a card with "NICOLE" prettily written on the cover with flowers and hearts and says "Here you go... congratulations on getting married!!"

Oh. Woah. Married?

(cue in Long Duck Dong yelling "MAARRRIIIIEEEED?)*

I looked down at my hand. No ring. Just silent awkwardness.

"Oh... I think you got the wrong Nicole" I replied. "Although I would like to get married some day... I'm not quite there yet... ha ha"

Ha.

What's funny was that in my mind I was thinking "RUB IT IN B*TCHES!! RUB IT IN!!*

Sigh.
So yeah. In the end, they were looking for the Nicole who booked their trip (Not me) and whom they totally fell in love with (Once again not me) and who herself is in love and had gotten married (Yep. Definitely not me.) But I was able to make myself somewhat loveable and tracked down the real Nicole for them and of course... they all lived happily ever after.

Isn't that totally great?


Hmph



**if you got the Long Duck Dong joke... I just might love you. Wanna get married? Actually no. My mom would kill me. But she's all for living in sin. *wink wink*