We had only been going out with each other for a couple of weeks and I had already met fifteen of her friends on individual occasions. Like a prize cow being paraded at a Farmer’s auction, strangers looked me up and down, trying to suss me out.
Was I a good one? Was I a lame horse? Was I going to be a bad investment?
A job interview of fifteen stages I fielded the same questions with well-rehearsed answers.
She would look to her friends expectantly. I could see it in her uncertain eyes. “Is he alright? Will he do?”