Days after my crying-in-the-shower sobfest, I found myself at a Latino speed dating event. I sat patiently, waiting for the first man to take his seat. The organizer shouted “Go!” and men began to circulate like troops following orders. Seconds later, a tall, lanky Mexican who wasn’t really my type introduced himself. It made me miss Mr. G, but I remained positive and chatted him up for the allotted five minutes of time.
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