I was at a poly event with girlfriend Glasgow, later joined by girlfriend London and her boyfriend Cardiff. I am fairly touchy and PDAish, and Glasgow and I were in physical contact with each other before London and Cardiff arrived. When they did, London and I embraced, had some good kissing (PDA but not inappropriate) and then she and Cardiff sat down across the table from Glasgow and me.
Later on in the evening, a guy attending the event solo was looking back and forth between London and Glasgow and me. I sensed questions were at hand.
“Are you… with her?” He indicated Glasgow.
“Yes, she is my girlfriend,” I answered with a smile.
“Wait, then who is that?” He was asking about London.
“My other girlfriend,” I replied.
“But isn’t she with him?” He nodded toward Cardiff. This guy was with our group, right?
“Yes,” I said.
“Well are they a real couple?” he asked.
“A real couple. I mean are they together? Are they married?” He asked.
“They are a couple. They are together. They are married, but not to each other.”
“Oh. Well you and her,” again nodding toward Glasgow, “are you a real couple?”
“You keep saying that. We are a couple, too,” I said.
“Are you two married?”
“Again,” I said, “yes. But not to each other. My wife is at home. Her husband is at home.”
“Together?” he asked.
“No, not together. Each at our own homes,” I answered.
I learned that he was in a prototypical couple adding more model and was not at all comfortable with the idea of mostly single poly folk, and was having a hard time grasping any concept except the FFM triad.
“And those two,” he pointed at Magenta and her beau Onyx. “Are they a real couple?”
“Dude, you really have to stop saying that.”