Preston is perfect, both on paper and in-person. He comes from a nice family and he’s the kind of guy who's destined to get married and have a nice family of his own someday, replete with a big white wedding, white picket fence, a couple of kids, and the whole nine yards. My ten-year plans include the same things, so it’s a logical match. Everything I want. Or should want, at least. So why don’t I?
