The Proposal

As promised, here’s a translation of one of my blog posts from mixi. It’s a true story, and is honestly the best thing that happened to me over the last year, which is profoundly sad.

This isn’t an exaggeration or a lie. Last Friday I was actually proposed to.

Since last year I’ve making the rounds at the local elementary schools teaching English. Recently I added daycare centers to the mix, and on Friday I had my first visit to the Ikata Daycare Center.

There I met a cute little four year old girl. In the middle of the playground, countless children swarmed about me. One of them grabbed my hand and said “Mr. A, let’s get married!” with a big smile on her face.

I was shocked speechless for a second, then asked, “How old are you?”

“I’m four!”

“Ok, we can get married in 20 years.”

She thought about this for a moment. “I’ll be five soon. When I turn five can we get married?”

“Haha, ok, let’s do that.”

One of the older boys was nearby listening in. Upon hearing this he scrunched up his face in shock and disgust. “What!? But, then, you’d have to kiss her!”

Right, like that’s the biggest problem with this situation…

I see her in the morning as I walk to work sometimes. She waves frantically with a big smile, and I can hear her scream my name from inside the car as they go by.

That’s me: A hit with the ladies, age 2 to 9.