Now we drift back towards DADT. True to form, my husband didn't ask whether or not there'd been kissing when I was with my friend today. I asked him what had been the point of not kissing, if he didn't ask about it anyway. How would it have hurt him if we'd kissed? He wouldn't have known.
He thought for a moment and agreed that it really makes no difference, if he doesn't know about it, never sees it, and I don't let it happen in our own home. That's kissing, at least. A baby step, but one I'm quite happy to take.