When I was in middle school, we had a Leap Year dance.
The teachers explained that during that dance, girls could ask boys to dance.
And, of course, the girls found out that there's an old wives' tale from Ireland or is it Scotland that girls could ask a man to marry them.
None of us found the man of our dreams.
It hasn't happened in my life, though I've never asked.
Oh, well, nothing happened today, either.
Maybe in four years. A girl can dream, can't she?