Coming into work it was hard to miss, bright red gift box with a gold bow. Cautiously I picked it up, pretty light, but there was something in there. I decided to let it be and see if I could figure out where it came from.

Not long after Maggie strolled in, her usual self and my heart did its thing. All this time, all the crazy stuff thats happened, all the rejections I’m still infatuated.

I asked her if she knew what this was, and a she stopped for a second, smiled and immediately hopped on my desk and handed it to me.

“Open it,” she said “Its the only way I might decide to go out with you. 60 days no asking me out and Ill decide then.”

Perplexed but intrigued, i popped the lid on the box and looked.

It took me few seconds to figure it out even if I’ve never really seen one before in the wild, but immediately looked at Maggie when it dawned, “Seriously?” i said.

She giggled a bit, “Your call”.

Trying to fein a way out of it my reply “do we even know it fits, this looks…”, I was cut off, “The cold washcloth, recall I grabbed you and squeezed reflexively?” I did for sure.

“I guess things good most times, Your not too small for it”.

The way she said small kinda hit me, but being truthful with myself I’m on the low end of avg. anyway and she’s felt it for a few seconds so arguing trying to get out of its a dead end.

“Give it a thought” Maggie said, “try it out, if you decide no, fine, if yes, ill give you the lock cylinder without the key to replace the plastic fitting tab”.

“Anyway, time to get started” as she hopped off my desk and headed to her desk.

I looked in the box at the contraption, put the lid on it, and why is the idea of this thing and being denied even my own touch, making me hard… ironically?

She knows Im going to, I know im going to.

Shes got me.