“Humans were made to move,” he says. I can hear the shrug, the fine-don’t-listen-to-your-old-man in his voice. I wouldn’t know what to do on a date. How would I hold my body? What would I say? Was I supposed to laugh softly or loudly? How many questions was too many questions? Was it better to be charming or vulnerable? How do I keep my human mask from peeling off?
