HE er ikke oversatt ennå. Viser NO for nå.
This morning I got a message on Duolingo.
It was from a woman I’ve been mutuals with for about a year—one of those quiet, low-stakes connections where you’ve been reacting to each other’s achievements for months and keeping your streaks alive in parallel.
It was short. It was in Vietnamese. I didn’t understand it at first.
So I translated it.
It said: “Would you be my boyfriend?”
On paper, that’s nothing. A sentence. A throwaway flirt. The kind of thing that should bounce off you and disappear into the scroll of the internet.
But it didn’t.
I felt my heart kick up in a way that honestly surprised me. Not because I suddenly believed I’d met The One through a language-learning app, but because something small and human had reached out and touched me in a place I didn’t realize was that hungry.
I responded with a boundary that kept it light: something like, “On Duolingo? Sure — study boyfriend.”
I didn’t promise anything real-world. I didn’t move the conversation off-platform. I didn’t try to turn it into a story bigger than what it was. I just let it be what it was: a tiny thread of warmth between two near-strangers who share the same weird daily habit of showing up to learn.
And that was the part that felt important.
Because the effect wasn’t created by a lot of words. It wasn’t created by intimacy. It wasn’t created by plans, or photos, or a long getting-to-know-you arc.
It was created by the knowledge that there was a real human nervous system on the other side.