Mysterious Rendezvous

It was a night of pure disappointment. Against the moonlight I stood, waiting for the elusive girl who sent me a mysterious rendezvous letter, asking me to meet her at the particular park bench on this particular night, where the moon was out, fresh from the evening showers.

As I stood there and waited impatiently, I heard a panting sound coupled with the pitter-patter of hurried foot-steps. I turned towards the source, and saw a petite female running towards me, whose heaving bosoms looked as though they were at risk of entangling with each other from the vigorous gyrations.

Finding myself staring uncontrollably at her chest, I quickly directed my gaze upwards to her face.

``Hey,'' the girl panted.

``Hey,'' I replied. ``The message was from you?''

``Yes, it is. Green grasses grow along the river...''

``...and red roses wither eventually. Sally?''

``That's right,'' she panted more. ``Sorry about the wait---I was working on this big project for quite a while, and it didn't seem that I would be getting done any time soon.''

``Uh, okay, I didn't wait long after all, so don't fret.''

``No!'' Sally panted, noticeably less winded now. ``I insist on explaining to you what happened.''

``You don't have to---'' I started to protest, but was turned a deaf ear.

``The project required a fair bit of coordination among the various departments within the company, but the people were all missing earlier in the day. I sent out the emails and everything and none of them replied until it was one hour before the official time to leave work. Of course, I had to deal with them as soon as possible so as to send the collated data over to our branch office, whose time zone meant that they would already be up and running by this time.''

``Uh huh. You know, you don't really have---''

``But just as I was done sending in the last reply from the departments in this office, a reply from our branch over on the other side came back to say that they needed a few more pieces of information critically otherwise they would not be able close the deal. I didn't have the necessary information, and so I had to contact the department heads to get it.''

``Uh---''

``Of course they raised a little hell with me---it was getting late after all, and most of them were on the way home or on the verge of starting on dinner. So I had to wait for at least an hour before I could ship out the information and meet you here. I would have called you to inform you about the delays, but I don't really have your number.''

``But of course. Though I must say that I am rather surprised to see that letter; I don't think that I really know you, do I? Also, what is it you would like to tell me that requires this meeting?''

``Oh,'' Sally said. ``I have only one thing to ask you, Tom.''

``Hm. What is it?''

``Will you marry me?''

``What?!'' I was flabbergausted. That was the last thing that I was expecting!

``You gotta be kidding me. I don't even know you!''

``Yes you do. You just don't remember it,'' Sally said in a matter-of-fact way, her face dead serious.

`Damn,' I thought to myself. `What is going on here?'

``I don't think that I follow you, Sally. Till tonight, I have never heard of you, much less seen you nor date you or any of those things that people do before they decide to go get married.''

``Tom, you are forgetting a lot of things here,'' Sally said gently. ``You made me a promise, don't you remember?''

I racked my brains for a bit, trying to make sense of what she just said. It wasn't working much.

``No, I really don't remember. If this is a joke, then I don't appreciate it. It's mean and abusive---for the last time, I don't really know who you are, and I don't know what you are asking me to marry you. It doesn't make any sense!''

``Then explain why I know who you are, and know where to send the letter to and more importantly, ask you to meet in such a place alone on a night like this without anyone else nearby. Tom, it is me, Sally. Surely you remembered what happened?''

``No I don't. Look Sally, I don't know what's wrong with you. You're a nice-looking girl and maybe I'd like to know you a bit more. But your request for marriage is completely illogical and just plain weird; I most definitely cannot accede to that. If you are not going to tell me what is going on, I am leaving right this instant.''

``No wait! Don't go Tom! If you really cannot remember, I suppose I have to tell you what's going on.''

``Please do.''