|I like to undress things with labels. <cough>|
A new terminology for me that B introduced me to is "put a label on it" and all the associated insinuations. Because while the gradient from "dating" to "boyfriend" used to be razor thin, in your thirties apparently this becomes a vast swamp of opportunity.
While I found a "open marriage" predictably horrible and weird and the idea of being "Poly" seems like a thousand times more work than it's worth, the reality is that human relationships don't have to be binary - either exclusive or non-exclusive. Either friends or coworkers or lovers.
It's strange going through Valentines day without a label though.