So, here’s the thing. I’m sitting in the living room of Special Man’s wife’s boyfriend. I suppose he’s not technically a metamour, he’s a metamour-in-law…or a meta once removed? Metamour squared? I don’t know, but MSquared fits him, so just roll with it. MSquared’s wife is also here, as is Special Man’s adult-ish son. And some other people who aren’t particularly important to the story.
The reason I’m live blogging right now in the midst of all these people, is that I am smack dab right in the middle of a Dungeons & Dragons game. Or campaign. (Or something.) I am pleasantly bored, listening to this game unfold, and I’m also confused. I’m an outsider, looking into something that is obviously entertaining and fun for this group, and makes absolutely no sense to me. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’d have to pay me at least a hundred dollars per minute to play this game, which would be an awful lot of money, because these games go a very, very long time. Hours, in fact. And they do it every Sunday night.
I wish I had some well-thought out poly analogy that I could wisely craft here, but I’ve got nothing.
Except this: Isn’t it wonderful that there are so many different people to love, and different things to do in the world?
Now give me another glass of wine.