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November 1, 2019

Jesse. Thought he’d never be in the book, I’m certain of that. But he’s incredible. The word I reserved for Jeff. But Jesse deserves it too. When I told him, he responded, “You think too highly of me.” Nope, Jesse, you’re worthy of being held in the highest esteem. Here’s why.

We met on Tinder. We haven’t met in person yet. We might never. Time will tell. We began a conversation that had some sexting, but a large part has been sharing pics of our cats and talking about how wonderful they are. And sharing everyday things, like my struggles with bipolar and how I was evaluated for ECT and how I’m trying to go long-term inpatient. After the ECT revelation, I didn’t hear from him for a couple of days. I was scared that he was scared and had gone. But he hadn’t. Just busy, he said. I believe him.

When there was the altercation with my brother and I thought I was going to have to move out of mom’s, he asked what he could do. “Do you need money?” he asked. Whoa. We’d only been talking a short time, a few days. Now, maybe he was testing me. But I don’t think so. I don’t think he would have PayPal-ed me $1000 or anything like that, but maybe $20 for Starbucks. (When a girl’s in trouble, it’s good to have $20 in her pocket for Starbucks.) I told him no, I wasn’t in such dire straits I needed anything like that. I told him his text friendship was more than enough to keep my spirits up. He’s delightful. Incredible and delightful.

He’s so kind. So kind to me. I’m a good woman. I deserve to be treated kindly. But Jesse is better. He is the better I talk about. There is no better. I hope we are friends for a very very long time.



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