No, I did not recall Spouse's OSO forbade them from seeing others!
So, next weekend, camping and oarjeez a plenty then? Spouse along for the fun?
Perhaps i have only mentioned the "closed" end of the other relationship in private messages, but i guess i assumed i'd said it to you at some point. Yes; although i wouldn't use the word "forbade" because it's harsh and angry-sounding and i only allow my favorite fairy godmother to fart the word "forbade" out of her ass on one of my threads, and you ain't her. No judgment; just, you ain't. Are you?
What was i just saying before that? Ok - the way i would put it is, S really didn't have time or interest in a third relationship, but if they HAD, the OSO would not have been okay with that. Also, i don't think S wants to HAVE oarjeesecks, although people change. If i could get interested in buttsecks, S could certainly get interested in oarjeesecks... I just think the chances of that happening soon are a little on the low end of the probability spectrum. Since we're discussing this already, i should prob'ly make it known that the person i met this weekend was not into HAVING oarjeesecks either - but there was lots of debauchery going on around us. If you really wanna hear a funny story, i'll PM it to you. It's two funny stories actually; they are related to each other but both stand in their own too. I don't want to talk about them in the public threads because even with the name change there are specifics that i don't want anyone to recognize, which if i were to use the ambiguous pronouns, etc., would be cumbersome and sound ridiculous. I'll type those up when i'm on the real keyboard.
This weekend, roller derby game. After that, to the oarjee location, but it won't be as good because it's not the holiday weekend & there will be no live band, only the shitty pr0n type dance muzak the owner plays. It seems to work on other people but i told him if he wants me to dance he'd better play something i can sing to. He knows i mean it because one afternoon i was making sandwiches in the clubhouse and bohemian rhapsody came on (it's that satellite radio thing and they have classic/soft rock during the day, sinatra et al for dinner, classical or smooth jazz for breakfast, and crappy stupid pr0n dance mixes for the oarjeez. Although ONCE, there was a fast cover version of the song about the cake being left in the rain. It was a medley, but they sang about that cake, and i could get into it if they played more numbers like that one), and he walked in just as it was getting to the part about wishing he'd never been born at all. I was MORTIFIED, i tell you. MORTIFIED.
I can't even begin to tell you how many things i almost just wrote but decided it probably wouldn't be a good idea... 12 hours and all that.