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Old 08-05-2011, 03:52 PM
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Tuesday is my regular date night with Writer, but this week, she was sick. A cold. We rescheduled for Thursday, in the hope she was feeling a little better. She wasn't. But I wanted to see her anyway, and I knew the feeling was mutual. We spent the evening chatting in her bedroom, ordered pizza, and played with the kitten they were fostering. She apologized for being sick and "such an exciting date."

She had warned me that morning that she may have an early night, but as far as I was concerned, it wasn't an issue. See, here's the thing. In the last few weeks, I have started dated her house-mate. Artist.

Writer and Artist have been together for over 10 years, both are single, and both are poly. They classify their relationship to each other as polyamorous, although there is no romantic element to it. Writer is bi, Artist is not.

I had texted Artist that day, inquiring if she had plans that evening. She is dating two other guys locally, so there is no telling if she would be home that evening. As it happened, she had no plans. I grinned, albeit, with a wee bit of guilt.

This is the first time I have dated two people who live under the same roof, and I am still getting used to it. The relationship between Artist and I has slowly developed over the two years I have been dating Writer. We had grown increasingly fond of each other, and had fooled around on a couple of occasions. There had been times when dating Writer, I found myself cuddled on the sofa next to Artist. In fact, Writer often encouraged it. Despite that, whenever the night drew to a close, it was always Writer's room I retired to. As far as I was concerned, it always felt rude to go on a date with one lady, and end up another one's bed. Writer didn't really care.

By the time Artist returned home last night, Writer was already zonked out. She came and cuddled with me on the chaise, and we chatted with the third roomie. He has lived with them for six months or so, and seems quite okay with all the "goings-on" that happens under the roof. A couple of weeks ago, he asked Writer "Are you okay with Artist moving in on your guy?", to which she replied, "Of course. Every one should have a Paul!". It made me smile.

As the living room in the process of being re-floored, we went up to Artist's room to watch a movie. We got more comfortable, which involved the removal of clothing. We chose a romantic movie, Gothika, and snuggled together on the bed. By the time the movie ended, Writer had woken up. She knocked on the bedroom door and entered. She took one look at us naked, asked: "Are you stealing my date?", then handed Artist a kitten. After chatting briefly, she announced she was returning back to her slumber, and took possession of the kitten again. I joked, "You can keep the man, but I need the kitten". Artist laughed, and said, "I need kitten too.". Writer glanced at me, presented the poor bewildered kitten, and informed me "Sorry. You're just not this cute", and left.

We put on another movie, but somehow, never made it through to the end.

And this is how we do poly.....

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Old 08-05-2011, 08:43 PM
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Old 08-08-2011, 08:12 PM
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On Friday I had a date with Fern.

We had met on OkCupid a month or so prior, and seemed to hit it off. We started by emailing each other everyday, then added some texting to the mix. We flirted. A lot. I am a computer geek, and can't help but snoop around. I found her profile on Facebook, and sent her a friend request. It's something I often do to people I chat with online. I like meeting new people. My Facebook profile is pretty open. I don't hide that fact that I am married and in an open relationship. It's there, for everyone to see, in plain English. If I wanted to cheat, I'm going about it in the wrong way.

Fern lives about 40 miles north of me, so we decided to meet somewhere in between. She chose Geneva, a town on the Fox River due west of Chicago. Perfect! I had previously attended a UU Church in the town, and knew of a great little coffee shop where we could meet. The wife recommended I treat her to the chocolate fondue. It's always fun when a significant other gives you dating advice.

We were suppose to meet at 7pm, but had to push the time back an hour since her husband was running late, but not before a little mix-up in communication in which she called me a wanker. Did I tell you she makes smile?

After finally finding some parking, I made my way to the coffee shop and waited outside. The night was glorious. The high street was busy with people, and the town so idyllic and romantic. There was even a singer outside to provide some entertainment. I receive a few strange looks, considering I was wearing a skirt. One guy even gave me a compliment.

When Fern arrived, I greeted her with a hug. She was as pretty in real life as she was in her photos. We headed inside, and ordered our coffee and fondue. We chatted for a good two hours, right up until the shop was ready to close. She was fun and witty, and I definitely felt a connection. Fern is fairly new to poly, and she talked about some of her previous bad dates, in particular the one in which she sent me an email half way through. Yes, you know a date is bad when you have to email someone else before it is even finished. Some may consider that the height of rudeness, but it makes me giggle and smile inside.

This prompted me to retell the story about how, in the middle of having sex with Writer, I sent Artist a text message. At the time, she was downstairs and could hear all the shenanigans. In the message I told Artist it was time for audience participation, and asked her to choose the next position. She complied. For a quiet shy guy, I sometimes do the most outlandish things.

Before leaving the coffee shop, we were rewarded with two free cookies. She told me to take them both, seeing as I had two young kids and she only one. I tried to argue with her, explaining that my kids could share one, and anyway, the wife was going steal one anyway, but she would have done of it. We took a brief stroll down the street, before I finally escorted her to a car, like the fine gentleman I am. She then offered to escort me back to my car, but I warned her of the dangers of getting caught in an infinite loop. Best to nip it in the bud right now.

We kissed.

It was a long kiss.

A passionate kiss.

She had told me that the last date had kissed like a fish. I only hoped I was a big improvement.

And then, we parted. I suspect I'll be seeing more of her.

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