Obsession After the Drop
At our college reunion, I let slip about the three great catches I was dating online.
One ran a successful law firm, the other was a researcher at a leading institute, while another was an up-and-coming tech mogul on the Forbes list.
My so-called best friend, Cassie Young, paused halfway through her plate of ribs. Giving me the side glance, she voiced her sarcasm.
“I feel sorry for your future husband. Of all the women he could have, he had to marry someone with a rich history.”
I took a sip of my juice and responded, “Honestly, I’m pretty stressed about the whole thing. They are all amazing. I can’t decide between them. Cassie, does anyone tickle your fancy? You can have one.”
As her cutlery clattered on the table, Cassie widened her eyes.
“A-Are you for real?”