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It began as a fun flitting in my chest, smile and daydream-inducing, goofily saccharine the way most beginnings of good things are. A combination of polite questions, witty banter, and explicit flirtation (enhanced with images) kept us both delightfully entertained and engaged.

After a couple weeks of messaging, we mutually expressed interest to meet in person. I had never met anyone online before, or even been on so much as a blind date.

And that evening when I got home, we exchanged messages of excitement and desire to see each other again as soon as possible. When I left his house that night, at my own insistence, he told me how he couldn’t wait to see me again, to take me out for dinner to his favorite restaurant, and to go on more dates with me after that. Here was a man who I shared a strong chemistry with, found to be incredibly attractive, impressed me with his professional work and personal aspirations, kept me laughing and interested, exhibited a real openness and sincere interest in me, and was thus far kind, attentive, and intelligent.

The next evening we went to a bar in our shared neighborhood where we asked each other about work and family and hometowns and hobbies, and he kissed me with full soft lips on my mouth and neck. The next day I left New York to return home for the holidays.

“I miss you’s” were reserved in my mind for friends and lovers who had seen me through at least a round of emotional highs and lows.

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