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When I moved back more than two years after we first met, she was the one to pick me up from the airport, to welcome me back, welcome me home. We lived on completely opposite sides of the city, to the point that overnight bags were sometimes required to see each other on the weekend.
All we had was the experience and the understanding that it was all worth it, to manufacture our own opportunities for closeness, even if it didn’t come easily.
I told her about my best friend leaving the city, and said that I’d joked about me going with her. I have my eye on one as a livestock crime investigator.” “What is that? By the end of the evening, I found myself taking on the role that men have traditionally adopted, racking my brain for activities to suggest and clever pickup lines to try out. When the event finally ended, I took a look around the room and decided on the last option.
The only thing I wanted to rush was my commute home.
We both laughed at a slightly inappropriate joke, the only ones in the room to do so. At first, I wasn’t sure I wanted to get close with her.
But her room was only a few doors down from mine, and most nights after work I could expect to hear a soft knock on my door.
For the first round, our host would provide a prompt (“What’s the biggest risk you’ve ever taken?
”) that we would have a total of three minutes to answer; how we divided those three minutes was up to us.
“I always knew you were in there,” she finally told me, years later.
When the time came, we both agonized over whether we should move back to DC and leave our hometowns behind permanently — the biggest risk either of us had ever taken.
She went first, taking a job on the Hill, while I applied for graduate school. This time, we had no physical hallways to connect us, no natural proximity to tie us together.
After that, a bell would ring, and the women sitting on the inside would rotate to their right, while those on the outside stayed still. I may not have had a desire to see anyone naked, but I did discover that, much like dating, friendship is predicated on chemistry, something I did not feel with the majority of women rotating my way.
One woman, in true DC fashion, treated our exchange like a networking opportunity.