Evan Mok is getting married, much to his family’s surprise.
Early in the pandemic, my longtime friend Jane Yin and I made a pact: if we were both single on her thirty-third birthday, we’d get engaged and plan a simple wedding. We were lonely, envious of people who weren’t isolated in apartments by themselves.
More than three years have passed, and I’m ready. Even if I’m outgoing and optimistic on the outside, I’ve given up on romantic love, and it’ll be nice to build a life with my friend. With both of our savings, we can actually afford a house. Jane also longs to be part of a family, and I can give her that. It sounds convenient and comfortable, but we won’t have a physical relationship.
