I have to tell you a story that I think is deeply romantic, although it starts in a place where you wouldn’t think romance could sprout: an email asking me to postpone a podcast recording.
I’ve received a good few of these over the years. Usually the person remains vague: “Something came up.” “Having a bit of a personal emergency.” “Scheduling issues on my end.” Sometimes you’ll get a bit more detail: “Pet died.” “Grandma died.” “Laptop died.”
But this woman – a wonderfully vivacious and intelligent psychotherapist – wrote what is, by far, my favorite podcast postponement request I’ve ever received.
In the time since we’d booked our interview, she explained, she had fallen “madly in new love with a wildland firefighter,” whose work travels were unpredictable and sporadic. A sudden opportunity had come up for her to meet him someplace that weekend, so that they could spend a day or two together – but the flight conflicted with the podcast interview we’d booked.