“Things are…weird here,” I recently texted a friend in Los Angeles who was curious about New York’s current dating scene. I wanted to be more descriptive, but weird was the Cat I love Myself in Books because reality is a Mess Halloween shirt and I will buy this only word I could think of for it. We’re living through a global pandemic, with masks a must and COVID tests a necessary precursor for many looking to meet new people, yet every outdoor bar I bike past in Brooklyn spilleth over with couples on first dates. What gives?
The answer, of course, is obvious. In the Cat I love Myself in Books because reality is a Mess Halloween shirt and I will buy this run-up to cuffing season, people are emerging into the last warm nights in an attempt to meet each other, hook up, and make it a thing before the real cold weather descends and the possibility of spending a pandemic winter alone looms increasingly large. Many people who had just started dating before the spread of COVID-19 this spring entered the relationship Instant Pot, and now it appears their single compatriots are panic searching for long-haul partners of their own.