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After some time, it turned out that I was going on a family vacation to Miami, and I’d finally get to meet Rafa and Dan. I’d been tasked with remembering every single detail about them for our post-meeting debrief phone call.It seemed like the most important thing I’d ever have to do—the climactic moment in our ongoing performance as two cool chicks with equally cool boyfriends who just happened to live hundreds of miles away.
We began IMing incessantly until we finally agreed to meet one summer day at 2pm to see a showing of Legally Blonde, and after he briefly felt me up, I had my first real kiss.
While we had felt so bold and grown-up, so adult, so ready for love online, here we were on a mature playdate at best, our youth so readily apparent.
It occurred to me that all these months, when we thought we were being our true selves, we were actually just putting on new elaborate personas.
A couple of days into my trip, the boys came to visit our hotel.
They pulled up in a small white sedan driven by Rafa’s mom and climbed out of the backseat. I vigilantly avoided eye contact because I knew that if I took even a moment to look directly into Rafa’s eyes, I’d be struck with the harsh realization that the last few months were a waste of time.