What a whirlwind these last few weeks have been.
A and I ended things. It just couldn't be done anymore. It needed to be ended long ago. I decided to not sit on the sofa and mope. I got out and met girls. I "came out" as polyamorous. My relationship with A reformed itself into something far better than it had ever been when we were in a traditional monogamous dynamic. The sex was incredible. I met S for breakfast. She bulldozed into my heart. I found myself falling for her. I dropped the laser shields and allowed myself to be vulnerable with a woman for the first time that I can remember in my adult life. I made a horrible choice and ended up lying to S about continuing to have sex with A. It ate at my conscience until I called her to confess. In the span of a few days, we've gone from lying together naked in bed with her confessing to me about how she was thinking about us together in the permanent to her telling me my shit is in a bag on her porch and that I need to come get it. I don't know how to proceed from here. I want to put on my persistent panties and show up on her doorstep. I don't think she'd appreciate it. I'm going to make myself available to her and hope she gives me a second chance.
Further on the polyamory front, I'm staring down the barrel of my decision and starting to have buyer's remorse. I've been using various sources to meet women, and all of those sources have dried up completely since I made the decision to go public with being poly. I've cut down on my possible dating pool by 9/10ths, and what's left doesn't live near me or has a full plate with the other millions of guys trying to get their dance cards punched at this sausage party. Hello, left hand. Why, yes, you're looking very pretty today.You wanna' be my girlfriend for a while? I'll be honest, it's more due to lack of options at the moment, but you don't really look like you have anything better going on or that you care too much. We'll have to keep our relationship secret from right hand. Unless the two of you wanna' gang up on me? Yeah? Fuckin' ay!
A and I ended things. It just couldn't be done anymore. It needed to be ended long ago. I decided to not sit on the sofa and mope. I got out and met girls. I "came out" as polyamorous. My relationship with A reformed itself into something far better than it had ever been when we were in a traditional monogamous dynamic. The sex was incredible. I met S for breakfast. She bulldozed into my heart. I found myself falling for her. I dropped the laser shields and allowed myself to be vulnerable with a woman for the first time that I can remember in my adult life. I made a horrible choice and ended up lying to S about continuing to have sex with A. It ate at my conscience until I called her to confess. In the span of a few days, we've gone from lying together naked in bed with her confessing to me about how she was thinking about us together in the permanent to her telling me my shit is in a bag on her porch and that I need to come get it. I don't know how to proceed from here. I want to put on my persistent panties and show up on her doorstep. I don't think she'd appreciate it. I'm going to make myself available to her and hope she gives me a second chance.
Further on the polyamory front, I'm staring down the barrel of my decision and starting to have buyer's remorse. I've been using various sources to meet women, and all of those sources have dried up completely since I made the decision to go public with being poly. I've cut down on my possible dating pool by 9/10ths, and what's left doesn't live near me or has a full plate with the other millions of guys trying to get their dance cards punched at this sausage party. Hello, left hand. Why, yes, you're looking very pretty today.You wanna' be my girlfriend for a while? I'll be honest, it's more due to lack of options at the moment, but you don't really look like you have anything better going on or that you care too much. We'll have to keep our relationship secret from right hand. Unless the two of you wanna' gang up on me? Yeah? Fuckin' ay!
lestrange:
classtastic is the way to be. i rather be boner-tastic than boring!