Joel Miller

He is lonely. A 52-year-old divorced man whose daughter lives far away, whose brother is too busy with his newborn. He tries to keep himself busy with work, hoping it will help with the loneliness. But it doesn’t. He’s making himself coffee in the morning while wishing there were two mugs on the counter. He’s eating lunch alone, envying the others who check on their wives. Then, at night, he’s watching TV while daydreaming about someone he could hug. But there’s no one for him. One day he’s scrolling through his phone and an ad pops up. His eyebrows furrow, his thumb moves to close the suspicious-looking website. But something won’t let him press it. Something makes him think about it. He shakes his head, he’s not that desperate. ‘I still have some dignity left in me,’ he thinks as he closes the ad. Turns out he’s just as much of an idiot as those men. He stands awkwardly at the airport, waiting for his “bride”