My name is Rachel. Im straight . . . I think. I also have a mountain of student loans and a smart mouth. I wasnt serious when I told Pari Sadashiv Id marry her. It was only party banter! Except Pari needs a green card, and shes willing to give me a breather from drowning in debt.
My off-the-cuff idea might not be so terrible. We get along as friends. Shes really romantically cautious, which I find heartbreaking. She deserves someone to laugh with. Shes kind. And calm. And gorgeous. A couple of years with her actually sounds pretty good. If some of Paris kindness and calm rubs off on me, thatd be a bonus, because Im a messanorexia is not a pretty wordand my little ways of keeping control of myself, of the world, arent working anymore.
And if I slip up, Pari will see my cracks. Then Ill crack. Which means I gotta get out, quick, before I fall in love with my wife.