Wedding Bells a Ringing
Thursday, January 11th, 2007I’m getting married.
Counterpart:
Big words from a guy racking up big numbers in the age category. How do you know she’s the one? one might ask. That’s the million dollar question… or in California… the [your assets divide by 2] question. Well, life is full of risks and your ability to analyze risk, coupled with the quality of your guardian angel registered to your soul, should help you weather the toughest of life’s challenges. But really. Analyze risk? I spent 10 years of my life in the insurance industry analyzing risk from all angles. No analysis can be applied to this.
So here I present a new theory: if you are able to quantify love in dollar (or yuan or euro) terms, then it is not true love. When this woman walks into the room, Justin Timberlake starts singing Sexyback in stereo in my head. So how do I identify this as true love as compared to lust? I am still able to think logically, work, made decisions in everyday life without fault.
Back in November of 2006, I took Mandy (the counterpart) to Shanghai for a weekend, where I took the GMAT. The evening before my exam, we dined at the Ruijin Guest House, a beautifully remodelled restaurant and lounge in the former French Concession at the heart of Shanghai. It was a clear evening, we sat outside at a candlelit table, sipping champagne. I got on one knee and asked for the honor of spending the rest of my life with her. She said yes.
The next day, I successfully took the GMAT, and subsequently was enrolled at China Europe International Business School (CEIBS) Executive MBA program. Beginning March 2007, I will fly to Shanghai on a monthly basis to attend classes for 2 years.
Suffice to say, this coming year will be a bit compressed. But as we all know, we can’t choose when good things come. But when they do, make certain to grab as many of these good things as you possibly can as if Trump had thrown a million dollars in C-notes out his office window above Columbus Circle. If I had a million dollars to throw out a window, this has to be the only moment in my life so far that I would actually do it. Risk? What risk?
