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My date with a spider

I once went on a date with a spider. I was supposed to be on a date with a man, but the spider was the only thing I could think about. For days.

After 32 years of marriage I’m pretty skeptical of monogamy, but maybe that’s because I tried it and it didn’t work.

Eight years after my husband died, every man I saw had a checkbox beside his face. Would I or wouldn’t I? Under the right circumstances, I might.

I’ve been reflecting on where I was a year ago, Before The Pandemic (BTP), what has changed and what has not.

Maybe it was the caffeine, but my inner prism caught the sun, a rainbow arched through my chest, and my heart tap danced. I’m doing okay, I thought.

I shaved my legs this morning. A blind leap of faith is what it was. I truly believe I’m going out again someday, so I’m practicing my social skills.

Billie Best reads 57, a poem she wrote for herself on her 57th birthday.