Y'know having decided you're not going to try explain poly to your sister is probably *not* the best time to spend half the evening of a party snuggled up on the sofa with a very nice young man. Oddly Richard actually seems a little more comfortable with this than *I* am to be honest. And quite a bit more so than the young man in question, who had previously decided that given he's very strongly mono in belief that this sort of thing was a bad idea. I suspect he hasn't changed his mind that it's a bad idea actually, which makes me feel a bit bad about it. But damn he's lovely.