He excels in boundaries. He is already in therapy. He communicates relentlessly.
I met the guy last June, post break-up but before I was ready to date. I thought he might ask me out, but he didn’t. Which is good, I would have said no. Cut to two weeks ago, when he found my (I thought deleted) OKC profile, and texted me to ask me out.
I initially said yes, but life gets in the the way (can’t discuss the details on here yet, but save it to say I have a lot on my plate). So I told him I am not really in a position to date right now, let’s keep it friendly and so on.
Me: Sets a boundary
Brat-me: Wants to melt the boundary.
The guy is maybe too good at communicating. A little anxious, incredibly well managed. The honesty is maybe dangerous. We shall see.
We agreed to get coffee tomorrow. I sent some boundary melting photos. I considered outfits one could only deem to be cruel. I cleaned the apartment: a dangerous decision if my history proves anything. A clean apartment begs for company.
I dumped NYE guy last week. The Handsome Devil née the Kid found a girlfriend (happy for him). So, as it turns out, I haven’t had sex in two weeks.
I told him I changed my mind. Let’s call it a date.
Kindly send your thoughts and prayers for this poor man, who dares to take me for coffee tomorrow. May god forsake him.
Alessandra Ranelli 
Give me validation.