I met Celia on Finder. My divorce was final, and just as I was ready to go out and spread some celebratory wild oats, Covid 19 came to America. So, I freed myself exactly when I couldn't celebrate my freedom. So, I read. I wrote. I chatted. I invested in sex toys until the day came when the Sorting Hat dropped me into House Moderna and felt like I could go out and expose myself to the world. I downloaded Finder, wrote up...