Being a researcher, I deal with proposals so often. But there's one kind of proposal that I don't deal very often. Not everyday, nor every month, nor every year. This kind of proposal perhaps happens only once or twice in some women's lives. In my life, I dealed with it more than once or twice. It doesn't mean I have become an expert in dealing with this, though. I'm always a shy beginner. Amateurish. Unprofessional. Everytime this proposal came, I got surprised, encountered some confusions, and filled with mixed feelings. An awkward being of me.
So, it was two days ago. Thursday. Noon in LA, evening somewhere else. When someone suddenly came up with this kind of proposal. An unexpected one. He brought it to my face with his usual gesture, cool and confident. This guy I have known for sometime suddenly spoke out some words. Short, straight and shocking. He ended his proposal by saying, "Next year, baby, next year!".
So, now I have one year to consider his proposal. Perhaps I need less than a year to decide. But I'll make it a year anyway. A long, or perhaps a too-short, one year. Awaiting. Unpredictable (or predictable?) one. Nobody know what would happen in the course of one year. Twelve months. 365 days. What an interesting year I would have.