On our first date we met at a restaurant in Oakland. She asked if there was parking, I said 'yes' but I gave her the wrong directions. I got there first and found a spot. I realized I had made a mistake. I panicked. I ran out of my car and was just looking to find her some how. I got up the nerve to call. When she picked up that was the first time I heard her voice. She calmly said she parked up the street and was walking down. I nervously started to walk up the street. "Should I run up to her and meet her? Would that be weird?" So, I awkwardly ran up half way and stopped by a tree. I saw her walking towards me from a distance. She was beautiful. She walked calmly as I started walking towards her... my anxiety melted away...at least for a minute. It was fortunate I gave her poor directions because we needed to walk some distance to get back to her car. On that walk, away from the loud restaurant, that is where I started to realize how much I liked her and how comfortable I felt with her. We walked right passed her car and kept talking.

Adhering to shelter in place restrictions, my bubble did not extend beyond my house and Tim's. I had not been working for some time. While I was off I kept bothering Tim - mind you, he's in grad school and his classes and internship switched to online. "Are you done yet? Can we watch a movie now? Can you go for a walk now?" When he was done in May we took a drive on Highway 1. He pulled over at one of the lookout areas. I was so happy to be out of the house - fresh air and no mask since no one was around. Tim kept talking but I couldn't understand him. It sounded like mumbling to me. I finally turned around, irritated and once I saw him he was getting down on one knee.