Okay! Once again, I am reassured that the total sh*tshow that was my dating record in my 30s would have been improved not one iota by modern technology, even as much as I like modern technology and am terrified of meeting actual people. Also: if anything awful happens to my wife (and beloved Trump Pandemic quarantine partner) I might as well look into a duplex casket, make sure my brother-in-law the executor has all the current passwords to everything, and off myself quietly.

Good luck, Jen!