I know that the end result of dating for many women — marriage, home and domestic bliss — makes me want to throw up. But I do have the same desire to connect emotionally with someone, to have a “relationship.”
After fucking around for a very little while I met someone very special who I care about and who cares about me, but even so, the “exclusivity” has been hard. I wasn’t ready to stop the fuck-fest, and I truly didn’t want to. The reason I stopped was that I really care about Mr. Jones and I wanted to experience the emotional bonding and intimacy without distractions. I wanted to nurture our emotional attachment.
I don’t want to have a committee meeting every time I want to fuck somebody
Someone commented on a previous post that I am actually polyamorous, and that I should ask for an open relationship. I have nothing against polyamory, but I don’t think that’s me, for several reasons. From what I’ve read, polyamory involves being in love relationships with several people at the same time, who may each have other lovers. Group co-habitation is common, though not required. There is constant communication, negotiation, rule-setting and confabulations which would drive me insane. Not to mention pecking order.
Going forward, I see my relationship with Mr. Jones as being my primary relationship and any other men I get involved with as mostly friends with benefits, nothing more. I don’t have the time or energy for another full-on relationship. Again, there are always exceptions to the rule, but that is the way I see things now. In full-on fantasy mode, I would be able to have relationships with both J. and Terminator and we would all live happily ever after. On Planet Impossible.
As Terminator whispered to me once in the throes of passion: “Imagine this every night.”