Last night we did what we typically do with Dave: got some food and had a long, interesting conversation. Last night's venue was his living room. They drank beer and I drank Diet Pepsi (I think I've come around to the idea that my low tolerance translates to wasted money when it comes to alcohol) and we talked about emotional connection.

I used to think connection would come, and be healthy, if I gave everything. I've since realized that good boundaries make good connections. Once that seemed contradictory. Now I understand it.