Don't worry. How many times in your life does it happen when a girl buys a plane ticket to meet you, and you haven't agreed to meet her anywhere? She just pick somewhere in one of your states. Hoping, you'll go along with her plan.

Then you're saying, like, well, you know, can we just skip this part? I really didn't ask for you to fucking fly 3,000 miles.

There's no reality now.

FAce to face makes it real. No more anon. There's a foundation for human connection.

But it never happened. Instead now, we're writing fiction.