She Can Have My Groom
Language: en
The night before our wedding, at our joint bachelor-bachelorette party in a dimly lit VIP lounge downtown, Jason’s childhood best friend, Rory, suggested an auction game. The rules were simple: everyone wrote down an offering on an index card, tossed it into the center of the low table, and the rest of the room bid on it. I had played along, just as I always did. I wrote down an offer—home-baked sourdough and a personalized dinner menu—hoping, pathetically, to be a good sport. Nobody placed a bid. My card sat on the lacquered wood like a piece of litter. Then Rory tossed hers into the…