8 months into our relationship, my gf got her first bf since we'd met. We don't live together. I knew she was going to his place for their 2nd date, and she knew I'd be coming to her place the following morning.
Her date was on Halloween night, and she had to walk or take public transportation to his place. She lives in Boston, a college town full of drunken frat boys.
I got to her place the next morning around 11am. She wasn't there! She got home a half hr later and I was ripshit. She'd missed the last bus and had spent the night. But here I'd been worrying she'd been jumped by some drunks, possibly raped or worse. She had a crappy phone at the time, but didnt bother to use her bf's phone or computer to tell me what happened.
Since then, we've firmly held to letting each other know our whereabouts when out with other people, lovers or platonic friends. We text, "I'm leaving now," then, "Home safe."
Love withers under constraint; its very essence is liberty. It is compatible neither with envy, jealousy or fear. It is there most pure, perfect and unlimited when its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve. -- Shelley
There's no lying in polyamory!
I'm a 58 year old woman with 2 partners:
miss pixi, my live-in gf, 36 (together since Jan '09)
Ginger, bf, 61, married, lives nearby (together since Jan '12)