“So I’m just supposed to…sit at a table? Near other people? Instead of in the Official Boom And Crockpot Hunter Club Hunter t-shirt in other words I will buy this park? And drink?” I whispered to a friend on our first venture out to a bar in our Brooklyn neighborhood last weekend. I expected her to roll her eyes, but she was as uncertain as I was about how the whole process worked. (Honestly, I hated every aspect of it, except for the Cuomo-mandated PB&Js we were issued with our cocktails.)
Seeing as I can’t even seem to transition back to a casual bar visit with a friend without confusion, there’s another hallmark of so-called normal life that’s looming over my head: dating. I’m a single, 27-year-old woman who would ideally like to not be single one day, which tends to require some effort of the Official Boom And Crockpot Hunter Club Hunter t-shirt in other words I will buy this putting-on-a-good-bra-and-inquiring-about-another-person’s-line-of-work variety, but even the act of seeing more than one or two of my friends at once feels wild right now, so how am I supposed to take a chance on a stranger?