Mirages

“I’m going to become a nun,” I announce to no one in particular between Sprite sips. “You’re Catholic, I suppose you could,” Lisa says, with a mouth half full of pizza. “Why do socially distant guys look extra attractive?” I ask dazedly. I reach my hand out slowly - towards a sweaty, chiseled, guy entering the pizza place, who looks like he’s just coming from the gym - like someone lost in the desert reaches for a mirage of water. “No!” Lisa says, protectively lowering my arm “you’ll just have to put him back.” I sigh. “I want to do something interesting or shameless.” I say. “Don’t we ALL.” Lisa agrees, knowing all we have ahead is 4 hours of reading.