When I first met my girlfriend, Lilly, she was with a group of other women. Our first several “dates” where actually just me hanging out with this group of women, several of whom I actively flirted with. My attraction for her seemed to overwhelm me. So much so I didn’t make a move on her until after I had known her for about three months.
I’m an artist and I made a piece for her, something simple yet unique that spoke to her interests. When I gave it to her she was rather ecstatic about it. In the conversation that followed she kept telling me that she just knew that she was my favorite.
When I asked her out, just the two of us, she readily agreed but with the condition that I was okay with the fact that she might have been involved with someone else. I agreed because at the time it didn’t seem to matter. Besides, I was also involved with someone else.
About nine months after first meeting Lilly, a woman, a supposed friend of hers that didn’t like me, tried her best to break us up. This woman told Lilly things about me that weren’t true. That Lilly gave this woman’s falsehoods any credence really hurt me, as I felt that Lilly should have known me better than that. It made me so mad that I shut her out of my life. At the time I was also involved with three other women. With Lilly gone I suddenly lost interest in two of the others. The only one that remained was my friend Amanda (who I’ve posted about before) though at the time we were being more as friends than lovers.
Maybe a month after breaking up with Lilly I hit a streak where I ended up getting involved with as many as seven women at a time, a few of them acquaintances of Lilly. Once, early on, Lilly had told me that if I sat with her that other women would like me better. I’m not sure what she meant by it but as I kept meeting new women, I wondered if perhaps there was something to what she had said.
Almost a year after our breakup I saw Lilly’s car parked outside a store. On a whim I went inside with the hope that I might see her. Sure enough I ran into her. I told her this crazy story about how it was like with the immortals in the movies and series, Highlander. That I was just riding along on my bicycle when I felt this sensation that was so strong that I nearly fell off of my bike. Honing in on the source of the disturbance led me to her. It left her baffled. She kept asking, “for real?” To this day I’m not so sure that she isn’t sure if it happened as I explained it to her or not.
I half expected a jumping up and down kind of experience once we got back together but it was rather somber, though both of us felt really good inside about it. There was something that just felt right about us being together. One day I asked her how she would know if I was madly in love with her. She didn’t say anything. She just smiled. She went around her place, doing her chores, smiling. Even as she made us dinner she never stopped smiling. Her reaction, they way she smiled made me feel really good.
A few months later and we decided to become a couple, to live together and share our lives. In the process we sat down and worked out an agreement, the rules, by which we would have a relationship, including financial arrangements and other necessary business. Within this wider agreement was that we be allowed to see other people. The driving principle being that we not make the other look bad. Thus we agreed to what is essentially a don’t ask, don’t tell policy. Her argument in favor of this arrangement was that she didn’t want to lose me over a little indiscretion, telling me that if I was going to do it she didn’t want to hear about it. I’m sure her insistence on being able to see others was more because she was still involved with someone else, or perhaps she just wanted to keep her options open. Our morals are our own, not what others try to dictate.
We both have loner-like tendencies although we both also have the ability to be social butterflies when the occasion arises. We have two places, my shack in the country and her apartment in town, plus she travels out of town on business ever so often. The arrangement suits our tendencies and our personalities quite nicely. We can live as loners yet come together as a couple ever so often. Every time we get together it is like falling in love all over again.
I’m an artist and I made a piece for her, something simple yet unique that spoke to her interests. When I gave it to her she was rather ecstatic about it. In the conversation that followed she kept telling me that she just knew that she was my favorite.
When I asked her out, just the two of us, she readily agreed but with the condition that I was okay with the fact that she might have been involved with someone else. I agreed because at the time it didn’t seem to matter. Besides, I was also involved with someone else.
About nine months after first meeting Lilly, a woman, a supposed friend of hers that didn’t like me, tried her best to break us up. This woman told Lilly things about me that weren’t true. That Lilly gave this woman’s falsehoods any credence really hurt me, as I felt that Lilly should have known me better than that. It made me so mad that I shut her out of my life. At the time I was also involved with three other women. With Lilly gone I suddenly lost interest in two of the others. The only one that remained was my friend Amanda (who I’ve posted about before) though at the time we were being more as friends than lovers.
Maybe a month after breaking up with Lilly I hit a streak where I ended up getting involved with as many as seven women at a time, a few of them acquaintances of Lilly. Once, early on, Lilly had told me that if I sat with her that other women would like me better. I’m not sure what she meant by it but as I kept meeting new women, I wondered if perhaps there was something to what she had said.
Almost a year after our breakup I saw Lilly’s car parked outside a store. On a whim I went inside with the hope that I might see her. Sure enough I ran into her. I told her this crazy story about how it was like with the immortals in the movies and series, Highlander. That I was just riding along on my bicycle when I felt this sensation that was so strong that I nearly fell off of my bike. Honing in on the source of the disturbance led me to her. It left her baffled. She kept asking, “for real?” To this day I’m not so sure that she isn’t sure if it happened as I explained it to her or not.
I half expected a jumping up and down kind of experience once we got back together but it was rather somber, though both of us felt really good inside about it. There was something that just felt right about us being together. One day I asked her how she would know if I was madly in love with her. She didn’t say anything. She just smiled. She went around her place, doing her chores, smiling. Even as she made us dinner she never stopped smiling. Her reaction, they way she smiled made me feel really good.
A few months later and we decided to become a couple, to live together and share our lives. In the process we sat down and worked out an agreement, the rules, by which we would have a relationship, including financial arrangements and other necessary business. Within this wider agreement was that we be allowed to see other people. The driving principle being that we not make the other look bad. Thus we agreed to what is essentially a don’t ask, don’t tell policy. Her argument in favor of this arrangement was that she didn’t want to lose me over a little indiscretion, telling me that if I was going to do it she didn’t want to hear about it. I’m sure her insistence on being able to see others was more because she was still involved with someone else, or perhaps she just wanted to keep her options open. Our morals are our own, not what others try to dictate.
We both have loner-like tendencies although we both also have the ability to be social butterflies when the occasion arises. We have two places, my shack in the country and her apartment in town, plus she travels out of town on business ever so often. The arrangement suits our tendencies and our personalities quite nicely. We can live as loners yet come together as a couple ever so often. Every time we get together it is like falling in love all over again.
