There was no argument, but this is a big sticking point for Essence and Dominic:
“What is your guiding line then?” he asks suddenly, looking up with a much mellower expression than he’s worn so far. “Everybody has to have something specific they’re looking for, right? Otherwise, we’d all just be married already…”
Maybe just peace?
Don’t say that. That would sound rude.
I rack my head and try to think back on all the things I used to wish for when I had the energy to wish at all. But those thoughts are distant and faint at this point.
Probably just girlish fantasies…
Still. He asked…
Here we go…
“I guess my ideal is just something even. Someone who will pull their own weight, and not expect me to do everything for them. Making sure I’m not overworked.”
That sounds heavy. Lighten it up somehow...
I am heavy.
I’m tired.
“Just…mutual care…I guess. A caring guy is all.”
I smell cigarettes, and the nausea rises up again. Mr. Giang is looking at me as if he’s expecting more. But when I don’t say anything else, he shoves his hands deep into his pockets, smiling uncomfortably.
“I mean, if that’s all, just get a roommate, or a golden retriever,” he laughs.