Last Tuesday she told me she'd been chatting with our neighbor for six weeks

Last Tuesday she told me she'd been chatting with our neighbor for six weeks. Not sexting. Not meeting up. Just chatting, and the chats had drifted into 'what if' territory. We've been in this on and off for years — Brooklyn, mostly the meet-and-greets at the place in Bushwick, occasional weekends in Miami. The rule was always: nobody we know in real life. Coworkers, friends, neighbors — off limits. She knew that. I knew that. What I didn't expect was how calm she was telling me. No tears, no defensiveness. She said the rule was stupid, that she didn't actually break it because nothing happened, and she wanted to renegotiate it now rather than 'break it later and lie about it.' That sentence has been sitting in my chest for four days. The neighbor is a guy we've had over for dinner. His wife teaches our kid swimming on Saturdays. We see them at the building Christmas thing. I'm not even mad about the chats. I'm destabilized that she wants the rule gone. Has anyone actually rewritten the no-locals rule without it imploding?