Mr. Scripted and Ms. Unscripted had an office romance. He swept me off my feet. Well, he was sweeping. The floor. In anger. You see, unlike Ms. Unscripted who knows no tact or restraint, Mr. Scripted was working off some frustration. Sweeping the warehouse, at work.
Our eyes met and sparks flew. Well, sort of, he was mad. But fortunately not at me. Unlike Ms. Unscripted who would have stomped around and huffed and puffed. Mr. Scripted wanted to think and get a little perspective. I don’t think he actually even looked at me.
He whispered sweet nothings in my ear. Ok, not this either. I might have said something like “See, I told you being in management isn’t as easy as it looks”. Or maybe I might have mumbled “Hi!”, but since he didn’t look too approachable, I don’t think I opened my mouth. And I can assure you he didn’t.
This was the first time I noticed what a cutie he was, all ignoring me with his manly, he-man muscles all flexing as he wielded that broom. I made a mental note, HE SWEEPS, a precursor to cleaning bathrooms. Surely! I decided right then and there I was going to marry this hunka man. The rest is history. He’s still cautious, reserved, polite and sweet…….and I’m not. And he’s still a good cleaner. Happy Valentine’s Day Sweetie. We are a match made in Heaven.