Opinion Dating is fraught with peril in the best of times, and these are not the best of times The pandemic has been rough on single people. By Anna Hanks Earlier this spring I went on my first quasi-date since the coronavirus started. After having a conversation about his masking practices and pod size — then searching for a flattering face covering — I met a nice University of Houston professor for a walk around H-town’s open air art installation The Orange Show. He noted that I was double-masking while he was only wearing one. When he asked me to join him for lunch, I nearly shouted “patio only!” I might be lonely, but I’m not suicidal.