drafting my modern love column where we meet on zoom while in quarantine and fall in love but after the pandemic when we finally try to start dating in person it just isn't quite the same
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"How many days?" she asked, her voice digitally stuttering as her Zoom link struggled to reach mine. "Twelve," I said — 12 days in quarantine, 12 days since I'd gone outside or seen my friends, 12 days since Zoom became my only link to other people. "Five for me," she laughed.
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We met in an online chat room organized by a coronavirus patients' support group. In Zoom, we could be people instead of contagion vectors, humans instead of disease. We swapped recipes for nonperishables, complained about doctors, muted ourselves when the coughing got too loud.
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When I finally stepped off the train at her stop in Brooklyn, though, something was off. We recognized each other instantly, but — "You're shorter in person," she blurted. I felt a sinking in my throat. "You, uh, look nice too." I realized I hated her perfume.
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Editor's note: This column was sponsored by Zoom Video Communications, a video-sharing software company. Meet Happy — and if you keep it over Zoom, stay happy.
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"Hey, can you hear me?" she spoke, softly into her microphone. The audio feedback caught me unaware; I reeled and hit the mute button on my MacBook Pro. In that moment I was grateful for the Blue Snowball mic I had. I glanced at her -- her Facebook filter made her skin shine.
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