A Dream of Happily Ever After
A while ago I met a girl. When we met she had a boyfriend, but the next time we ran into each other she was single. We found ourselves alone at a party. I asked for her number.
On our first and only date, I learned she didn’t drink beer like me. Our last names began with the same letter. We grew up in neighboring cities. We enjoyed reading true life tales of terror.
I have always been frank that I don’t know what my future holds. I will finish my PhD this year. I don’t even know what job sector I will seek a career in, let alone if I will stay in the country. The only thing I do know is that I don’t want to settle down. At least I don’t think I do.
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