Some whine, madam? We have a nice morose...

Feeling better tonight. Sorry about the last post, though, oddly, it didn't seem to get posted on the blog lists, so perhaps no one saw it. Anyway, I get a little taken with my own suffering sometimes. The meeting, and the opportunity to be myself for a few hours, brought me back into alignment.

It was a delightful evening. Some old friends (a whole year now!), and some newer ones. We had some extensive self-introductions, then a co-director of the group started throwing out questions to specific people. We had some really in-depth discussion on heavy stuff like our fears and goals. I even got to go on a bit about the conflict between my dreams and my wife's fears. Good stuff, the kind of thing I hope we will do more of. It's great to meet with the goal of socializing with those who are walking the same gauntlet, but tonight's discussion is a very different kind of support that is more therapeutic. Quite bracing.

After Q&A, I spent a long time talking to a girl I'd spoken to briefly last time. We have a lot of similar feelings and experiences, but she luckily isn't dealing with a marriage issue. I wish that I could turn off my social anxiety in my male life in the same manner that I do at my meetings. I love making new friends when I can do it as the real me. Presenting as Leslie, and being completely accepted as such, makes for a special night. If only I could get that at home on occasion.

The wife said she was going out to the liquor store while I was gone. I thought she might have something planned for us, but I kept my expectations low. Good thing, too, as the wine was only a means for her to ease into sleep. Nothing planned. I wonder how many weeks the leg hair will have to grow in before she takes an interest in me again...