Proposals

Folks, it has been a long 5 weeks since I blogged and I have absolutely no excuse for my lethargy. Please forgive!
So guys, how do you ask a gal to be your girlfriend? Out of curiosity, have you ever asked a gal to be your girlfriend? Gals, has a guy ever formally asked you to be his girlfriend?
These thoughts, for some odd reason, were running through my mind this morning and I wanted to hear your views on it. I am all cool with gals who propose to guys.
Anyway, my boyfriend said he doesn't propose; it sort of just happens, he expresses interest by his actions and speech and before you know it, you are in a relationship. Makes you wonder how we got together. He said he loved me and I said same and that was it. One day, I am sure he will find me blurting out, 'You know, you never really did properly ask me out you', then we'll see what will happen then.
For those who are married, did you husband propose or you talked about marriage and then the gal getting the list from her family and then before you could say Kofi!, you are husband and wife.
How does it work? Do you need a proposal to say you are in a relationship and for keeps? How does that work out? What form should the proposal take? Forget the scenarios in chicklit and other's perception of what love is.

Clothng Mishaps

Clothing mishaps.
Who hasn't experienced it?
Oh, you! at the corner.
REALLY! you have not lost a button close your cleavage?, Ripped your pants against a ragged edge?
YOU HAVEN'T?
You sure you human?
My pants have been ripped. Okay, not totally ripped. This is what happened.
My pants have a side zip up to the waist. Today was my first time of wearing these pants since they were bought a couple of months back; not because I didn't want to wear them but because I did not have any shirt to go with it. They are brown stripped pants. So anyho, I wore them today with a light brown blouse which ends it a bit below the waist. I went to the lavatory and guess what?  I COULD NOT PULL UP THE ZIPPER ANYMORE! WHAT GIVES!
So I wiggle a bit here, and a little more there and whhrrrruup! The zipper runs over.
There I was with a torn zip and a blouse which couldn't cover the essential; my hip.  Either I have gained weight in the few hours from home to work or I have expanded. My dilemma.

Good thing I had my phone with me. I called a friend to find out if she was at home cos she lives close to where I work. Nope, her leave was over and she was back at work. Good gracious. Hmmmm
I then remembered one of my colleagues at work had blouses for sale; I called her and told her my predicament. Entem ara then she brought me a long blouse, which covered the torn zip at the hip and complemented the pants. Thank God. Crisis averted till another time. (no crisis oo)