And I thinkwe'rereviving, driving, like, work, vibingorlikelikevibingbybeinglike, likevibing.
What's hisfullname?
Charlie.
Paddington.
I foundthisphoto.
He's socute.
Socute.
He's married.
No, waitathisweddingvideo.
Oh, myGod.
He's sosweet.
Oh, myGod.
Hisfatherdiedlastinanaccident.
Oh, myGod.
I'm sogladheiswearsupportduringthattryingtime.
Oh, myGod.
Hiswife's brother's housewasdestroyedby a floodlastmonth.
AretheyOK?
Theirokay?
Oh, theirfirstdance.
Well, I'm sogladtheyhaveeachother.
Youknowthathappenedexactlylikethat.
Withthatspeedwiththosefriends.
That's mylifenow.
Andevenif I dofindsomeonewho's likelegitflirtingwithmebackdatinginthepandemiccomeswith a wholenewsetofrules.
Thisguyjustaskedmetogofor a walk.
Hashefacedtimeto, youknow, haveyouknowneachother?
Atleasttwoweeks?
No.
Hashetakenthepandemicseriously?
Havebeenquarantiningresponsiblyandgotin a negativecovatest?
No.
Thenwhatthehellishethinking?
Heclearlyisn't right.
Whatam I supposedtodo?
Justgooutsideandphysicallystandnextto a strangerwho I'veneverevenhad a zoomhappyhourwith?
Everyoneknowsyoutozoomhappyourfirst.
Maybehewantstoinfectyou.
Maybehe's a serialkillerhopingtousehisasymptomaticstatus, tickleasmanypeopleaslegallypossible.
Honestly, I wouldn't besurprised.
That's exactlywhat I do.
If I was a serialkiller, whichactually, I guessisn't thatdifferentfromthebeforetime, In a way, becausenowwehavetotreatmeetinguplikewecouldpotentiallydie.