I got the most terrifying letter at my apartment yesterday. It was addressed to Morgan, my girlfriend, but it gave her my last name. As in, it was addressed to my "wife," Morgan.
This letter really messed with my head because it made me wonder if I’d somehow gotten married and had forgotten the whole thing (drunken night in Vegas or such). It was like all those times in the past where strangers would as about my wife even though I wasn’t wearing a ring and hadn’t mentioned having one.
Here’s a photo of the surprising piece of mail:
Morgan gasped when I showed it to her, then teased me by yelling "It’s a sign! It’s a sign!"
It just seems perfect too, because ever since I wrote this column, I’ve had people tell me they’re certain we’re meant for each other and are bound to get married sooner or later, which is more pressure than I can handle sometimes.
But one question remains unanswered: Is this letter the result of some automated mailing system, or did someone I know set me up for a prank?