E: "Hi" (She cute.) Y: "Hey, how are you?" (Is she changing the oil on a Porsche? Wait, are those cargo pants?) E: "I'm good. Just getting ready for work. Saw your post about 90's r&b love and it struck a cord. It can be amazing but also sooooo devastating. What are your favorite songs?" (Oh snap, she responded! Why did I use so many o's?) Y: "I just got into work. It's so overcast. Still Fogust for sure." (Noted and ignored chord typo. Why did I say fogust?) Y: ..."And yes, 90s r&b love. Killer. Pretty much anything by old Mariah, Whitney, Boyz II Men, Aaliyah, Sade... I don't listen all the time but the memories of those songs tied with feelings of love as I've gotten older... (Shit, typing too much.) ...How are you?" E: "It's definitely fogust. Walking to my car and it's chilly!" (Who says fogust? Gotta fake it till I make it.) ...cue a few more texts, including Elissa asking to call Yasmin that first day, three consecutive evenings of lengthy late-night calls, a first date with dinner at B-Star in the Richmond and snakebites at the Bitter End plus a first kiss at the bar... and here we are with four animals, a mortgage, and a weekend with our loved ones in the Catskills.