You wrote, “Hello. Nice profile.” You asked me how my week was going. I hadn’t opened my blinds in five days. I thought about responding, “My week is going well.” I imagined us in two years, dining in a restaurant in silence. You mentioned lube. You asked, “What music and literature do you enjoy?” Nobody talks like that in real life. I wanted to pretend this was real life. You wrote, “You help me for…