There’s an interesting thing about blogging about one’s life. I often share humorous or thoughtful anecdotes from everyday experience, and I usually don’t publish them until I’m sure the story is done. But life doesn’t have neat conclusions.

I recently wrote a post about matching with a girl on Bumble, the timing wasn’t right, and so we never met. But there turns out to be more to this story. Character development, if you will.

Background: After a month of chatting, but never meeting, it became apparent the spark had died, at least on my end. I decided to cut loose ends and never followed up about a date. Cut to the weekend after our unfulfilled date, I open my dating app to see she messaged the very next morning: she was so sorry she hadn’t followed up, could I meet that night, etc.