The closest thing I have to love is the accidental infatuation I’ve developed for the editor of the daily NYT Cooking newsletter purely from habitually reading his words. I’m happy this way. Do not call/text me.
How do people not share their location at all times with their friends on findmyfriends? My favorite thing to do is call someone and just cold-open with: “I see you’re driving” or “I see you’re home”👀👀
The man on the stationary bike next to me, way too into his iPad Peloton class, saw me with just earbuds in and asked, astonished, “are you doing your own spin???” as if I was using a sundial to try to tell time or something