I can’t believe it. It’s Saturday night. I’m in my favorite restaurant, wearing my little red dress, and my date, Blake, on one knee, proposes to me in front of a bazillion smiling faces.
Now Blake is a fun dinner companion and great in bed, but I’m not interested in a monogamous relationship. Not at twenty-two. As I stare at Blake, a tornado of thoughts swirl through my head. I stifle a smile and motion to an empty chair. He sits.
“Blake, you know I like you a lot, but …” I take a deep breath. “I don’t believe in same-sex marriage.”
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