“He is cute,” she confirmed, not exactly sounding happy about it though. “But I’m not saying I want to marry the guy or . . . or . . . get in his pants. I don’t even want to date him. I’m not ready yet to be with anyone else, but I can still look.” Something in my chest churned at her own step she was admitting to. We were all trying to take small steps in our lives, trying to get somewhere. I guess the good thing was, there might be a finish line with a specific time we needed to get there but none of us knew what it was.
