![]() ![]() You know, like I’d give her my class ring and take her to senior prom next year, and other dumb stuff boyfriends did in serious relationships.īut Grace didn’t know me well at all. And she thought if it was proven to me that we were meant to be together, then I would want to take our relationship to the next level. She was convinced whatever algorithm those nerds in Computer Club were using to run our answers against was going to reveal that she and I were perfect for one another. I knew exactly what Grace was doing in making me take this test. Like maybe when I was in my late thirties or forties. ![]() At eighteen years old, why should I? I’d have plenty of time later in life to settle down and choose a woman to spend eternity with. ![]() I just didn’t want to be in long-term relationships with them. She wanted to be, but she knew how I felt about stuff like that. Okay, maybe the term “girlfriend” was a little strong. I was taking this test for one reason and one reason only: my girlfriend was making me. I stared down at the test lying on the desk in front of me and rolled my eyes so hard I think I might have strained something. ![]()
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