At the height of COVID, bored and tired of being cooped up at home, I downloaded the dating app, Hinge. Jacob was one of the first people I matched with. We bonded over the places we had traveled and having moved to Arizona from different states. After chatting for a couple of days, there was a glitch on the app. Jacob deleted his profile and created new one. Realizing that deleting his profile unmatched us, he spent the next couple of days swiping and swiping trying to find me again. After a couple of days, he finally found me and we exchanged phone numbers. It took a month to finally meet in person. When we did, it felt like we had know each other forever.

On a lonely COVID night, nowhere to go, no-one to see. As I sit in my rocking chair I open up this app for me. Low and behold what do I see, my future husband waiting for me. Should I message him or should I not. Yes, I should. He's my future husband! That's my thought. Ok, message sent. Now we wait. Maybe one day I'll get a date.