The thing I like when running down the middle of the street, which is about all I do when I leave my house, is how I will raise my mask and cross the street and run in the island in a four-laned road. It’s like I am closing down any chance of meeting someone.

Oddly, I got an OKCupid date and it’s been the second date and she has already been to my house. She met my sister and two of my best friends. On the first date, we sat on a bench in a park at different ends and ended up removing our masks. She said to me: “Do I look like I look on the site?” I said, “Yes.” She was close enough for government work. Who’s complaining. It’s been three years since my last confession.

What’s also funny is how not having a job was a sure-fire way to keep me flipping left. Luckily, she has one. I don’t. She suggested that I have time now and to really think about what I want to do.

It’s all so real. It’s not like a romantic event. I am already hearing about all her problems. And she knows mine. I let her tell me what she wants to do. She’s always busy. Class and a full-time job. Next time, I may suggest she move in with me and maybe a propose marriage. I mean, whatever.

Nobody’s perfect. She’s got the same problems I have. You learn how to love quickly in this day and age. It is kind of lovely having someone eating at my dinner table. I swear I have been sitting on a park bench and in my hard, plastic dining chair, over the course of three day, for probably 10 hours total. I am sun-burnt. If she does move in, she’ll have to contend with my always being there and no privacy. Maybe humans were meant to be together, 24/7.