Bloody Fingers

Once upon a time, I had a dream. It went like this:

I met a guy (we’ll call him guy #1) and we started dating. Soon after, I met a different guy (guy number #2) and I liked him better, so I broke up with the first guy. Then the dream jumped in time, and cut to several months later. I was in a fancy hotel, similar to the Beverly Hills Hotel, in a suite, surrounded by all of my loved ones. I was engaged to guy #2 and we were throwing a party to celebrate this wondrous life event. A large diamond sparkled on my left ring finger, nearly blinding me, as we clinked crystal glasses, filled with bubbling champagne. This was the happiest I’d ever felt in my whole entire life. It was as if I had never known joy before this moment. I was in love. Fortune smiled upon me. I knew that a life with this man was my dream come true. My family and friends beamed with warmth and support, the sound of merry laughter filling the room, and my heart.

In my peripheral, I noticed guy #1 enter the party scene and…