Have you seen him?

I thought I would have found a qualified man to spend the holidays with.

Have you seen him?

I have not.

It’s been a while since I’ve even spotted a contender in the wild.

Admittedly, lately I’m supine instead of inclined to roam about the island (and select outer boroughs) in search of another.

I’m still feeling the bottom of the barrel, no this could not be worse feeling in my gut when I bother to make myself recall a now deeply buried memory featuring the last Thanksgiving dinner I had with my ex.

He probably remembers otherwise. If he remembers at all.

True to form, it’s unlikely we’d exchanged any words or even emotions in the quick cab ride down the west side.

We were at the then nascent The Noortwyck downtown. I remember staring at someone roughly my age seated facing me, on the booth side of the table behind my ex. She was probably wondering wtf was wrong with me, and she would have been right. I was screaming inside about how dire this completely silent (despite wildly delicious) dinner felt like it was straight jacketing me in festive-free unhappiness.

The Blanc de Blancs was on absolute point, but we’d crossed an irrecoverable threshold and even the finest bubbles couldn’t mask a taste that sour.

This year, Henry and I spent our first Thanksgiving together.

He’s the best thing since… something that is not sliced bread, because ew.

People smile at us when we’re out together and he’s far more social than I am, which is a helpful counterbalance when the sun sets while I’m yet to have finished casually sipping on espressos.

I found him on the Internet.

I’d like to say he’s the only Final Sale item I purchased in 2024 but I’d be lying.

He is the only one who is a keeper though.