Sarah called me at work yesterday and asked where I was. I don’t have good reception in the office that I’m working in, so I have to go out to the main entrance of the building. She asked where I was, and I was trying to explain to her that I had to move so I could get better reception, but she said, “No, where ARE you?” and then I saw the door open. She came to visit me at work. That’s when I felt married. I introduced her as my “wife” to people, we went out and I ate my lunch which she got a haircut. It was a wonderful surprise visit and it was just fun to spend that time with her during my day. And…I felt kind of married. And I liked that.
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ok, i’m normally really jaded and all, but i gotta admit that was cute…