Doing Something Right

Depending on the answer to the question I asked my wife, the alternate title was Bang Bang (She Shot Me Down). Glad that one can be saved for another time.

It was a speculative question, really. My friend Sylvia sent an email last weekend saying that she was considering a gathering at her home this Saturday. Now, I missed my January meeting and I have another engagement during the February meeting, so any serious Leslie time would be a good thing. It's going to be a full three months between support meetings. "I canna do it, Cap'n. She won't take much more." I'm in a good place right now, but by the beginning of April, who knows?

So, when I got home from work, I mentioned Sylvia's get-together. I said that I thought I might go, or perhaps we might go. "Hmm, I don't know." Given the tenor of previous conversations on the subject, this sounds promising. Really. I didn't get the knee-jerk no that I half-expected.

I do believe that Mrs. L trusts me a little more now, but I am convinced that one thing holding her back is not knowing my closest friends. They are wonderful people who have my back. What's not to like? I wouldn't hang with catty divas or PVC-wearing fetishers. My tres amigas are warm, kind, supportive, smart and funny, just like me(!).

Even if the plans have not come together, I feel like there's a real possibility that she'll be willing to consort with them in the near future. Those of you who have been following me for the full two years probably thought this day would never come. I wondered too.