Someone I’ll call Pumpkin Pie Guy was the second person I matched with. We exchanged a handful of polite text messages (one was a picture of the pumpkin pie he made for Thanksgiving, hence the nickname) while I was gone, but that was it. After months of intermittent back-and-forth messages, pumpkin pie guy and I finally made plans to meet. Pumpkin Pie Guy, of course, understood. Pumpkin Pie Guy is giving me ample space as I learn to be part of a couple.

Source: Los Angeles Times December 08, 2017 21:56 UTC