Took Buffy to a meet-up for pug owners this weekend. Turned out to be a much bigger deal than I was expecting - probably 50 people and their dogs. Buffy had a blast, and I struck up a few conversations, but it's starting to sink in what a long, slow process getting to know people is going to be. No wonder people who know what they're talking about have told me that dating is hell.
The friendship I was worried about having damaged right before Christmas seems to have gotten through okay after all. At least, we're chatting again and doing a good job of pretending it didn't happen. This is a huge relief. If anything else needs to be sorted out, right now I'm happy to let it wait 'til later.
Relations with Brett have taken another turn. Not only does it look like we really are having sex more often than when we were living together (not hard to do), but the intensity and the passion and the fun when we do are all way, way up. Like, better than its been since maybe 15 years ago. And she told me she's interested in creating more opportunities for it. I gotta say, after so many years of feeling starved for affection, this feels very, very good. However, I need to be sure that we both know that this isn't a path to reconciliation. I mean, the lack of affection was a problem, but it certainly wasn't the only one. And if I did move back in, how long would this last, without any other changes to keep the daily stresses from overwhelming it? I don't want to lead her on. But I don't want to blow this by acting all rational and cynical and grim about it, if it really is just two consenting adults who know and trust each other enjoying the experiences. Geh.
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