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| - Mr. Ludwig, I don't know if you're alive or partying in The Great Beyond, but you've come through for me yet again. I have used your services in the past, trying in vain to win the heart of someone who only wanted to lead me on, play games, and wallow in the attention I gave her. *sigh*
Eh, enough about her. Shall we skip over that duff chapter of my life?
Okayyy...press "play" right abbooouttt...here! Good.
As of Valentine's Day 2011, I am finally in a real, healthy, loving, durable relationship, and you Mr. Ludwig, being the shadowy broker of botanic romantic notions that you are, have succeeded once more.
Situation: I needed a dozen red roses delivered to Sweet Lady Kay's workplace in Coraopolis between the hours of 7:30AM and 1PM; a slim window on a busy day for sure! If I didn't routinely trim my fingernails, I would have been chewing on them this morning. If I had hair, I would have been pulling it out. The stress! The uncertainty!
Before I leave for work at 11AM, I check my email and find this message from SLK herself...
"I just got the roses. OMG you are amazing!!! And you signed the card Sexy Man. lmao!!! Everyone in my department is gushing over them. Jess said 'we like Darren.' THANK YOU BABY!!! I love you!"
Then I felt foolish. What was with all the neurosis? Gee whiz! Jimmy always saves the day and has never let me down to date.
Jim Ludwig: The New-Age Patron Saint of Lovers. Dwynwen, Raphael, Valentine, and Cupid had best step it up.
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