Blind Date with a Book Boyfriend

by Lucy Eden

I’ve read enough romance novels to think that this was a great idea, but I’ve also listened to enough episodes of My Favorite Murder to think the exact opposite.

I wonder if this is how it feels when you meet the person you will eventually fall in love with, or when you meet the person who is about to murder you.

One day, my mom asked the mother of one of her patients if she knew about her daughter’s diagnosis before she had her and what was in store, would she still have gone through with it. The woman said that there’s never a way to predict a favorable outcome. There’s never a right time, a perfect amount of money, or an instruction manual. There’s only love and everything in life is an unpredictable leap of faith.” I shrugged.

If we were in a movie, it would be one of those shots where they put the camera on one of those circular train-track thingies, a song like “Kiss Me” by Sixpence None The Richer would play, and digital fireflies would be added in post-production.

“Nice means I’m sober enough to consent to a sexual encounter but tipsy enough that I don’t care that I’m wearing giant gray cotton underwear that may or may not have a hole in them.”

No amount of logical reasoning would justify giving up the opportunity of a lifetime for a man who’d spent a day sweeping me off my feet.