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And I thought dating in the normal world was confusing...

One night of drinks to catch up with a guy I was seeing months ago has accidentally turned into me quarantining with him and his housemates for a week as the city started to shut down. His friends are calling me his girlfriend (again) which is definitely not where we are (yet), but this quarantine has definitely sped things along. We had conversations about easing back into things and taking things slowly, but we’ve went from not talking for “x” amount of months to essentially living together. I know where all his clean dishes go, I’ve tidied the bathroom, we cook dinner together, I’ve watered his plants, we did the laundry. He told me he fell in love with me—does that mean he still is? After spending days on the couch binging television together, things are feeling decidedly relationship-y again. But he’s not my boyfriend... I think? But I want him to be? I think? This quarantine is either going to result in me being single/lonely as hell or with me in a loving relationship with the man I know I want to marry one day. Let’s hope when this bubble pops it’s the latter.