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my quarantine rom-com
A few days before Denver went on total lockdown, I met someone, a guy, who I really liked. We met at the bar and hit it off, and on the second night of knowing each other, we slept together. But never exchanged phone numbers. When I got the news that we’d all be shelter-in-place, I knew that it would be months before I saw him again. We wouldn’t be running into each other anytime soon.
Nervous that our spark would extinguish by the time, I grew anxious. I found myself missing him — a man I had met only once or twice. But he was cute, smart, owned a successful business, funny, and the kind of weird I like. He could be my soulmate.
I felt my mind slip into a rom-com movie. I was in the first act of two possible plot lines.
“The Notebook” option: where we’d each have our own traumatic COVID, not seeing each other for months, maybe a year or two. And we’d fall in love when we did. In this plot, I am a patient, demur lead.
“The Sweetest Thing” option: where I felt empowered to take control of the situation and find him.
Having already been single for close to a decade, I was impatient and chose to channel my inner Cameron Diaz. I googled him, found his phone number on his business’ page, and texted him. We texted a bit that night but he fell off and I never heard from him again. Unsurprisingly, this man…
