My Marriage Didn’t Work. The Mirror Lied to Me
But would I go back and do it all again?
I’d lost track of how many times I checked my hair in the mirror. Not that I was counting. I’d check as many times as necessary because in the dating world, you couldn’t take chances.
And I’d waited a year for my chance. From the moment I saw her I knew. What I knew I wasn’t exactly sure though. That we’d eventually go on one date and discover we could never have anything more than a friendship? That we’d fall madly in love and remain together, forever? That we’d start off strong but crash and burn? I wasn’t sure. Or at least my brain didn’t tell me.
Sometimes I swore my brain and my emotions shared secrets behind my back.
But after a year of seeing her in class, a year of smelling her shampoo as she walked past, a year of giggling smiles and nervous hallway waves, I finally had my chance. She broke up with her boyfriend over the summer and, when she returned to town for a fresh school year, she asked if I’d like to meet for dinner.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I bobbed and weaved under the light, to spot any out-of-place hairs. To spy any shirt wrinkles or bits of food between teeth. I snipped at my eyebrow, removing a hair that must have grown half an inch since last checking a few minutes…
