By Peter Ngumbah
I asked her out in our last year of college. Much to my surprise, she consented. A year of glorious bliss went by before she told me the truth: she was a seer, her entire future jotted down in a long bullet list. My name was prominent in several of the entries.
I didn’t mind.
After graduation I took her out for a romantic dinner. Ring in hand, knee approaching carpet, I was about to pop the question when she stopped me mid-motion.
“You’ll have to try harder,” she said, striking an entry from her list. “Be a bit more unpredictable.”
Great last line. The poor guy must have been crushed.
Originally had the woman as the main focus. She just used the man to try and escape her fate.