Tinder message from someone named Eunice “what are the limitations of being the other made up thing?” I responded “legal documents” to surmount the 52 miles between us we agreed to meet on the rail runner, and covertly enjoy margaritas. Her pick up lines reminded me of Adhit’s – aggressive, funny, and self-aware. “The only thing lacking in this dimension is your phone number.”
I ended up with some game, between my mansion sit and the Meow Wolf gala +1. Eunice accompanied me, slid her hand into mine sublimely. The next day I woke up with hickeys and a cold, feeling overwhelmed and wondering what I had gotten myself into.