Fist Bumps All Around

I'm happy to say that momentum is indeed moving in a positive direction.

I attended my support meeting Saturday evening, wearing a skirt in front of others for the first time. It added a little more nervousness for me, mainly because I was hiding leg hair beneath hose and black tights. I felt like I could detect it, but one would have to do some serious staring. I stare at my legs a lot!

After the meeting, the missus and I went to see the new Bill Maher documentary, Religulous. Then we had a late meal. This is a big deal, as we have never previously done anything post-meeting. She's always been rather cold after meetings before, like "I know what you were doing, and I don't approve." And heaven forbid we make love on a meeting night. I think she believed me to be stimulated by others at the meeting, and I would be fantasizing about them during our encounter. We managed to overcome that obstacle as well last night.

Afterward she asked if I was wearing some sort of cologne, as my face had a smell to it. I hesitated, but explained that she was either the smelling the vestiges of my foundation, or the makeup remover I used to get it off. I figured this would shut her down, but she accepted that and carried on.

Her efforts to be loving seem much more sincere than previous detentes. She does seem to really be trying to start fresh.

I still haven't decided what, if anything, I might ask for in our little contract. You, my friends, have given me much to think about, and I am indebted for your contributions. Thanks for caring. I hope you know that I care about your well-being, too.