Would you rather be an Eagle or a Zombie?

Where I last left off I had just confessed (to anyone reading) that I loved the person I was dating.

Within days of that, it was mutually agreed to end the relationship. I also actually sent him the link to what I wrote (anonymously) about him. I did this because it made sense for him to know how I really felt.

He respected me enough to say he just didn’t think he could keep going with the relationship. He also said I can and should have better and more than all that he couldn’t/wouldn’t do. I agreed with him and that’s how we parted ways.

I gave myself almost a full calendar week and returned to app dating — Bumble, if that interests you. I ended up connecting with someone within 24 hours of me being back to it.

The funny thing about the “first move”/message I sent is his profile mentioned zombies and I was genuinely interested to know his answer to the questions I posed (I was the yellow)…

As things went on, the messaging/texting was organically fluid and (again, like the previous guy in the wheelchair) not limited to banal niceties of canned “getting to know you” type exchanges. It somehow naturally expanded to include even cerebral discussions (all via in-app messaging) of modern culture, social justice, political views, as much as revelations of thoughtfully…