So the "test" was a joke.
I didn't get it.
{probably my baggage}

I sent him a nice, professional e-mail back.
Professional dater.
Professional dumper.
If you push the right buttons,
I let go.
It took me awhile to get there,
but here I am.

Professional e-mail.
If A = B, then C will happen,
if A does not equal B then D will happen,
Please S.O. if you feel you need A to = B,
then just let me know,
I'll make C happen.

He doesn't e-mail me back.
He calls.
Acted nervous.
Said it was a joke.
I laughed.
It was a laugh, that said,
"Either way, I can still help you out
if A = B."

S.O. completely reassuring,
that A wouldn't equal B.

At that point,
I realized how well
my baggage tries to protect me
from simply loving another.