Leather Pride Night and Folsom Street East this year were both really fun events. However, for the first time ever, my experience of the events was extremely different from Eileen’s, whose arm I am usually hanging off of for the majority of these sorts of things. This time, instead, she spent a good deal of time with an ex who came in from out of town and I had the pleasure of spending a good deal of time with other friends.

And you know what? We both really enjoyed ourselves during our time apart and—more to the point—enjoyed coming back home to sleep and cuddle together on our own bed.

The other night when Eileen’s old (and new?) flame was leaving, he said, “I thought you’d be all mean,” which surprised me some. Later, she expained to me, “It’s understandable; one reason he was coming in to the city was to hook up with your girlfriend after all.” That makes sense, but being mean was never on my radar.

It made me feel good to hear about the good times they shared, and it made me happy to be asked about the details of my night with our friends. I think I can finally be optimistic about our relationship’s poly standing again. That’s a really good thing.