We met randomly as many people in love stories often do. I had left my husband of 8 months; moved cities with a bag of clothes to live with my parents. Resolute that I was going to be celibate & die alone I took myself to the cinema. The movie was ****, I was tired so ordered a taxi. Taxi Man was young, chatty & a bit weird. He gave me a magazine about mindfulness and spirituality. I had only recently been touched by the Holy Spirit of the universe & I was seeing signs and messages everywhere. This guy seemed like a billboard. We swapped numbers and I thought I had made a friend or at least just gotten hit on by a player with a game plan. Either way my ego was boosted.

We texted, he asked me out on a date. Pandemic 2020 hit the world and I was **** blocked by Corona. We stayed in touch for 2 months when he asked me to break the rules. Come for a ride? Ride him? We joked about going *******... maybe it wasn’t a joke. I had just come on my period so I pretended that I was being good and waited a week before I quit quarantine