I wasn’t sure I wanted to go. I’d been slow to respond and vague through the end of the week and the weekend, and quiet today. A tinder I called Grieving Tinder once, who needs a name that doesn’t define him by his loss, had made casual plans with me for today. He’s a Gemini, too. I read on an astrology website — because who doesn’t read those when you find out the birthday of the person you went on a single date (date?) with (oh, not that many people? that’s not a thing? are you sure??)—that two Geminis together is really like a conversation with four people. We’re flippant, we’re indecisive but convincing, we love to talk.