I breathe, therefore I blog.

I had a date this morning with a man from my past.

We were friends all through childhood and adolescence. We spent every minute of our summer vacations together--playing ping pong in the backyard, organizing neighborhood games of hide and seek, and playing hockey in the street. We even "went out" for about a week in seventh grade.

He's always been really, really nice. He was never shy about telling me how much he liked me. Even though we haven't seen each other for several years, he would do anything for me. I know that. He's safe.

A little too safe.