The CV had gotten them in the room. It was the hook, the advertisement. But it was the lies they confessed to that were building the bridge.
He clicked "Accept" and opened the chat window. He stared at the blank text box. He thought about sending his own CV, that polished, curated document of lies and half-truths his mother had crafted. cv for marriage
A: Bar graph. Easier to read on a phone. The CV had gotten them in the room
A: Fair enough. But I should warn you. I’m terrible at cooking. I can’t recite the Bhagavad Gita. And I sometimes leave wet towels on the bed. Still interested? cv for marriage