No Longer Your Consolation Prize
Language: en
The night before we were set to sign our marriage license at City Hall, my friends threw us a party. They insisted on playing a "Life's Mystery Box" game. The women each put a mystery gift into identical boxes, to be randomly drawn by the men. They all insisted this was the fairest way to play. But when I opened my box, there was nothing inside but a thin slip of paper: "Thanks for playing." The entire room went quiet for a fraction of a second, and then someone snickered. My fiancée, Lara, reached over and casually straightened my collar. "Still no luck, I see." My childhood friend,…