When I was much younger, and just testing my feet in the adult dating world I met a man who was both the best and worst boyfriend I ever had. We only actually dated for a couple of weeks, but the sex was really good, and so we became fuck buddies. He was my best friend until I met my first husband.
Skeeve and I met at a party I attended with a friend. I felt quiet, and shy, and tried to hide in the corner. He wouldn't let me, and we spent the entire party in his room, talking about everything under the sun. When we did start dating, I'm sorry to say I was a pretty crappy girlfriend. I'm ashamed of some of the stuff I pulled on him. Sometime during the dating/sex phase, he taught me about loving more than on person, and how that is ok, and how these feelings I had were ok, and I wasn't cheating on him by feeling lustful to another person.
Ten years pass, during which time I meet my first husband, get married, lose contact with Skeeve, and do a hell of a lot of growing up. It wasn't until I met my second husband that I learned about being polyamorous. The first husband and I always knew we would never be monogamous, but it was a revelation to find that there was an entire culture to the idea of loving more than one person.
To this day, I still credit Skeeve with who I am today. I do not think I would have married David, or Joe, or had some wild times inbetween.
Skeeve - if you are out there, and you read this: I love you, and thank you.
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