So the Hubby has been attending munches and events in the local scene for a month or so now, and seems to be making friends and enjoying himself. I kept telling him that when he showed up as a single guy, and said he was married and his wife was okay with all this, it would raise a flag or two. That eventually I would have to crawl out of my socially awkward shell, and meet some people to affirm his story. Last night was that night. I think I changed outfits 8 times, and still ended up hating what I was wearing. I'm totally not used to this new body yet. But I did it. I'm sure I was extremely quiet and shy and looked like I was about to pass out most of the night, but I did it. Little do these people know what the Hubby has unleashed on them should they choose to get to know me.
In the end...I'm pretty sure they didn't hate me, and I think I'd like to go back.
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