It has been another frustrating day and I’m running out of time.
Today is Leap Year day, February 29th, when women are traditionally allowed to propose to men. And it’s been all day, and not one of them has even approached me. I can’t understand it: I’m the perfect match for someone with very low standards and a high degree of desperation. It’s not fair: I am being victimised here, people.
And there’s only a couple of hours left, and then I’m stuck for another four years, dammit.
I appeal to your sense of justice, or at least abject sacrifice…