So, of course he just manned up and sent me an email asking me to come out with him Saturday to the play...
thoughts?
Forgive me for saying so, but this doesn't seem so complicated to me.
What do you want to do?
Do you want to go to the play with Monsoor? If the answer is, "yes," then go. It's not the end of the world; it's not the beginning of a New Us. It's a play. You sit; you watch; you chat during intermission; you get up; you put your jacket on; you say, "That was great, thanks; see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya." And off you go.
If you're afraid his hand will wander over to your knee, and you don't want it to, if it wanders delicately pick it up and move it away. If you're afraid YOUR hand will wander over to his knee, either don't go or control yourself.
This isn't a Test. This isn't the thing that will break you up forever and bring you back together. It is a measure of how much you've really detached -- can you occupy the same space without falling back into the Old Patterns?
If, on the other hand, you're not sure; if you're not convinced you're in control of yourself; you're not convinced you won't slip into the Old Patterns, then say "Thanks, but I'm not sure we're ready for that yet."
