But what if she asks me my five-year plan? What if she says, “You’re not good enough”? What if she laughs? What if she just keeps doing her eyeliner in terrifying silence?
She sits down across from me.
“Okay, Chris. You wanted to talk?”
In four minutes, I’ll be a fiancé or a cautionary tale. She emerges. One eyebrow raised. Lipstick perfectly applied — the color of authority. 10 Minutes While My Girlfriend-s Mother Is Doin...
But here I am. Sweating through my nice shirt. The ring box in my jacket pocket feels like a live grenade. I rehearsed this. In the car. In the shower. At 3 a.m. staring at the ceiling. But what if she asks me my five-year plan