Before Kylee, Bay’s dating life could best be described as “the human embodiment of a tangled pair of headphones found at the bottom of a tote bag from 2017.”
There was the girl from the gym who Bay accidentally asked out while trying to borrow her yoga mat. ("Do you want to do something sometime?" had not been intended as a romantic overture, but apparently it was the queer mating call.)
There was Lacey, the vegan who dumped Bay because she once ate an egg sandwich near her emotional support dog.
There was Georgia, who was lovely, smart, and had a great laugh—until she confessed over a third date matcha that she believed astrology was a government conspiracy and then tried to read Bay’s aura using a fork.
And then there was Terri, who ghosted Bay mid-date. Not mid-week—mid-date. As in: “I’m going to the bathroom,” and then never returned. Bay paid for both their vegan tacos and cried into her napkin while the restaurant played ABBA on repeat.