A woman I didn’t know slid into my DMs. Now she calls me every night and says she’s in love with me. We’re both from Nagpur, so at least the geography is straightforward.
The progression is what gets me. One message from someone who wasn’t previously part of my life has become a regular place in my evenings. A random DM sounds casual enough. Nightly calls suggest the situation has acquired office hours.
Then there’s her saying she’s in love with me. That’s a substantial development to fit into the same sentence as “a woman I didn’t know.” Both things are true, which makes describing the situation sound like I’ve skipped several chapters.
I can report the facts neatly: she messaged first, she calls every night, and she says she’s in love. We even live in the same city. Put it all together, though, and it’s still a lot to take in. Apparently, my DMs had more ambitious plans for my evenings than I did.
