In that momentary, abyss between light and light again the next day, some people call it night, there was something extraordinary that happened.Â Perhaps TMZ was too busy chasing down Solange and Jay-Z hoping to get another pugilistic exposition between them or they would have covered this ground breaking news here on the home front.Â Â After months of denying any involvement, when, yes, it was painfully obvious that there was some indiscreet meetings, close working, and maybe even some physical contact, whether it involved the old â€œin-and-outâ€Â Â is still unclear, butÂ two of my interns are now officially dating.Â Their Facebook statusâ€™ have been changed.Â There is no backing out now.
The beacon of Facebook blinded me this morning with their cheery notification in the form of a heart and their two names, weâ€™ll call them Miss X and Mister Y and the promise of a commitment, at least until they read this blog, for all eternity.Â Just like Ma and Pa Eisman, when they made a solemn oath over a few too many and a high school stick pin, they will be counting on their future grandchildren to be taking care of their diapers when they are old and feeble and drooling onto their bedclothes.
So when did this start?Â What magical concoction between the two could ever have brought them together?Â Vodka?Â Gin?Â Jack Daniels?Â Beer?Â Wine?Â Love?Â Nah, it could only be chemistry!Â Like a bad date from eHarmony.com, they were brought together working for me;Â editing, researching, and making bad jokes about each other.Â Working close under this high stress, super-heated cauldron of drudgery would have been enough to make crystalized form of zirconium dioxide, but with the proper alignment of each of their charcoal atoms, they have become this diamond in the rough.
Happy?Â Of course, I am happy for them.Â I wish them well.Â It couldnâ€™t have happened to a better couple of insanely good looking people, although I am noting a hint of jealousy from the one remaining, who we will call Miss Z.Â Â Miss Z and Mister Y, all though they didnâ€™t know that I know, but I know, had had something before.Â Does that make Mister Y as man-slut?Â Yes, absolutely!Â Â She and I knew about Mister Y and Miss X, before they knew, or were even speaking about it, let alone making the great Facebook commitment.Â Â Â Miss Z had her cry.Â Sheâ€™s let Mister Y go, and now they can still pretend to be friends, although,Â Iâ€™m sure she would surely put a fish gutting knife in his ribs as much as give him the time of day.Â As pleased as I would be to see such a graphic display, Iâ€™ve made sure that that all sharp implements are kept under lock and key, or evacuated from the building before they arrived for work this morning.
Two more weeks and they will be free of working for me, so why make such a commitment now?Â Â Iâ€™m really starting to think it was as much as a statement of â€œscrew Miss Zâ€ as much as statement of love between Miss X and Mister Y.Â In two weeks they will be on to their next adventures as interns as they make their way through the education system.Â I wouldnâ€™t even be writing about this.Â Iâ€™d have to think of another topic, like socks, instead of relaying this juicy bit of workplace indiscretion.Â Perhaps it was tempting immortality.Â They could have been just a couple of college students that fall in love, and that was it.Â By stating now, they have this blog written about them.Â When they get old they can show it to their children, and their childrenâ€™s children, and be reminded about their moment of dedication to each other, and thus making their love immortal, even if their Facebook allegiance is finite.