2024. 1. 10. 06:39ㆍ카테고리 없음
My mother’s foray into online dating had begun six months prior, in a hotel room. “Plenty of Fish is the new dating site I’m on. “By the way, I don’t mean that metaphorically,” she said. Oblivious to my anguish, my mother corrected herself. How could I make her see: that he was my first, my writer of verse, wearer of V-neck tees, fellow purveyor of used poetry bookstores, my one singularity? That for me, there could be no other fish? “After all, there’s plenty of fish.”įor her, my life with a path unfolding, littered with men as various and multicolored as piles of autumn leaves lining the sidewalk. This was met with a sigh, and what I could only guess was an eye roll. There was only one thing left to do: I slowed to a walk, and called my mom. Every footstep was a lonely echo, every smiling family I passed another cruel reminder. Now I circled the park in my running shoes, trying to smooth over the jaggedness of the past two hours.
I was 22, my sensitive vegan boyfriend had just dumped me, and my life was over.