Well, that went well

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I had The Talk with best-friend-from-high-school-who-I-used-to-date-and-am-still-close-to (sorry, that's such an unweildy acronym!) It went well, especially when the old chestnut "don't fret, I'm not turning anything inside out" said with a grin completely erased her look of confoozlement. How strange it is to me that the focus point of most of my friend's anxiety is whether or not I'd have SRS; once assured that I'm not interested in travelling down that road at this time, they're instantly relaxed, even happy, at this little project of mine.

How have your versions of this moment gone?