Last night M and I had a nice evening. We ate, we talked, we watched Spinal Tap and Pirates of the Caribbean (he had never seen either one). No moves were made on either part. I think I’m done here. The ball is totally in his court at this point. I still think he wants more (as do I) but I think right now we’re both a little paralyzed. Doing things different I think we’ve swung the penulum back to the other end completely. Perhaps one day we’ll find our way to the middle.