The Kid wants to meet somewhere for a few days, either where he is or where I am or a neutral third location. And even though I was adamant that there wouldn’t be anything physical nor the rekindling of anything, he still really wants to see me. To hang out. He even offered to pay. I kept thinking this was a phase that he’d outgrow, but he’s been pretty insistent for almost a year (probably, you know, exactly the same amount of time that she dumped him–coincidental, no?) Regardless, his opinion is that we haven’t seen each other since we’ve been done and it has to happen at some point, so we might as well make a weekend out of it. But … just so we’re all clear on the subject … this is a (really, really) bad idea … Right? Bad.

Ok, good, that’s what I thought, too.