Next Weekend

She made her way to the cafe. Before reaching for the door, she stopped to take a deep breath. Her apprehension confused her. Wasn’t this supposed to be fun? If she could go back in time and tell her middle school self that in less than ten years, apps would exist that enabled her to go on a date-a-night (heck, two dates-a-night), she would have been overjoyed. But now it felt like a chore.

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