I thought about a lot of things, actually. I thought about Ros, and I thought about what Touchstone had said, about Oliver (“Old Fish Eyes”) trying to get into my pants. I thought about Ros some more, specifically them kissing Jess at Lovers’ Lagoon, and I thought about what Phoebe had said in the hospital: What am I going to do? Sit around and wait? I kept thinking about Ros, and I thought, begrudgingly, about my mother’s horoscope: Give someone new a chance; they might surprise you.

I thought a lot about how handsome he was. And, to be totally frank, I thought a lot about the scene where he has sex on a merry-go-round.

So I said yes and met him after work at the Lovesick Falls Trailhead a few days after Into the Woods closed, so we could “get our tourism on.” Oliver had gotten the same memo I had that the Lovesick Falls tour was cheesy and a waste of money, so we were hiking in via the steeper route, much to my chagrin. He’d made up the difference, he said, by bringing along the pamphlet from the Welcome Center, which he showed me at the start of our hike. Have You Ever Wished to Fall Out of Love? it said in big typeface across the top. I opened the pamphlet and read on:

In love with the wrong person? Jilted, rejected, or passed over for another? Stranded at the altar? In most places, your broken heart would be an unsolveable problem, but in Lovesick Falls, the cure for your heartsickness lies deep in our woods. One sip from our waters and you’ll be back to your old self in no time. Lovesick Falls has helped hundreds of thousands of people mend their broken hearts and carry on with their lives.

“They spelled unsolvable wrong,” I said, handing the pamphlet back to Oliver.

“That’s all you have to say?”

“It reads like an advertisement,” I said.

“I think it is,” Oliver said. “I just thought it was silly. That you might like to see it.”

“I liked it,” I said. “Thanks for showing me.”

“You ready to see this spring?”

“Let’s do it,” I said, and we began our climb in earnest.

“How are rehearsals going?” I asked.

“Still kind of a mess,” Oliver said. “The director has me doing all these weird movement exercises to get me moving in a way that’s supposed to be more animal. But I’ve spent so much time on skates that I might have permanently damaged my relationship with movement. Everything is too flowy. Too liquid.”

“Ah yes, what a shame, to be too graceful,” I said.