Space Debris

Dating is tricky business.

You meet someone who is a complete stranger. You get a drink. You eat a meal. You have a series of little interviews in disguise and out of context. And you try to gauge how much you want to kiss them or whether it really matters that they listen to top-40 music, talk openly about their depression, like german shepherds, or are slightly shorter than you.

Then, inevitably, when you decide you are NOT into it, they will be feeling VERY into it.
Or, when you decide you are into it, they will disappear.

And these decisions usually happen when you both know enough about each other to not know each other at all.

It's exhausting.

So you try to name the problem: Maybe it's timing. Maybe it's you. Maybe it's them. Maybe it's geography. Maybe you're waiting to meet someone who could like you as much as you could like them. At the same time. In the same room. Naturally. Genuinely.

Or ... maybe we're all just space debris accidentally colliding and then noiselessly floating away. Am I overthinking it?

“There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after."
JRR Tolkien