Last fall, I started playing dice in bars. My friend Devon first bought baby blue dice and carried them around with her. When you play dice in bars, you often play with strangers. This is kind of the point. It's more fun than sitting around politely on a bar stool, chatting only with the people you came with. The second the dice start rolling, anything can happen. In June of 2022, I had ended a relationship that had lasted ten years, and Devon gave me my own set. The dice were a symbol: I was single for the first time since my early 20s. Carrying dice, my evenings and weekends were now subject to chance in more than one way. Early in my new dating life, a man in a Carhartt jacket said to me in the backroom of a bar: I like how you don't seem to be playing games. Sitting with a person that I met by clicking a few buttons on my phone, I thought, Isn't that exactly what this is? |
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