…posed. I gave her my vulnerability, something I had guarded since my divorce over a decade earlier. It was something I safeguarded. I didn’t want to offer it to just anyone because it was more fragile than it had once been. Reassembled, it would never be what it once had been, but I gave it to her all the same. And despite it all, she accepted me, all before ever stepping into that bar and sitting across from me. Isn’t that what we all want, deep down? Acceptance for who we are.