Sex and the most secure attachment yet

This weekend I got a text from someone who wasn’t saved in my phone. Most of these are spam, but I checked just to be sure. Turns out it was a guy I’d hooked up with when I lived in San Francisco. Afterwards he ghosted me. Here he was, two years later, wanting to “get coffee.” Stupid, he is not, though. He’s trying to get me on a FaceTime to “pick my brain about affordable housing.’

He’s living in Florida and wants to visit. And at first I was like, sure. Not a ton of people, perhaps not shockingly, are lining up to visit Huntsville, AL.

But then I was like, oh, wait. He probably wants to have sex. With me.