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She got there at the same time that the food delivery guy showed up. Jamie had brought wine so she opened it while I got glasses and we dished out the food. She told a couple of funny stories about people she had met with and we groaned about a travel delay on her flight back. Then, without any lead in, the conversation pivoted. "When we had dinner, you asked about what experimenting looked like and how we'd set limits. I still don't know if I have an answer for you but I'm thinking that if we decide we're going to play together--to experiment--we should agree that we both want to take it slow. One step at a time. We can agree on limits and both of us commit to respecting those limits." Of course, I had also thought about what experimenting meant. Of course, I had thought about it a lot.