T-- invited me out for beers tonight. I think his thumbs are tired. I’ve been texting him a lot lately.
He tried selling me on a few dating sites. “There’s no stigma attached to them anymore,” he said. “They’re a pretty common and convenient way to meet people.”
I wasn’t buying. I shifted the conversation to that reality show. I haven’t watched it again, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it either. “It’s wild,” I told him. “Ninety days to decide whether or not you want to marry a woman from another country.”
“What’s the big deal?” he said. “If it doesn’t work, you get a divorce.”
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