Sharing tha Lurve

So, after a long hiatus, began taking up w/a hippie boy for kicks. We'd been friends for some time, and he'd been ardently pursuing me to no avail. The fact that I was involved with someone else only fueled his interest. After that wrapped and I finally came around, he balked. Typical - the ass is always greener when someone else is smokin' it...

He began to bathe and ditched the long hair and beard. Normally offput by the poor hygiene and over-earnestness of hippies, i found his newfound edginess appealing and he started hanging out. The more I saw, the more I liked. However, he suddenly cooled his advances - were we just buddies? Enquiring minds wanted to know...

Apparently not. It took a bit of distance from the fishbowl environment we call home to get the fires burning. He admitted that a) he isn't exclusive and has a girl in every port; and b) because of this, he was concerned that we'd stop hanging out if anything were to happen.

So, a short period of bliss. People started to speculate as we became more public. But with the birds come the - birds. Girls started to appear out of the woodwork, and his admission to porking galpals led me to wonder about his vast collection of girl friends. Not jealousy, mind you, but more a morbid fascination with his porkbuddy management system - did you do all of them? how do you keep track? how do you keep from getting your ass kicked?? i guess nomadism helps...

Not only in his past, but also in present and future. Of course, the guy looks better when he appears taken (see smoking truism above), and a girl knows when other girls are copping her moves, natch. Also had my doubts about his personal health (um, human petrie dish sans condom = chlamydia?). So, although I was cool with his exes, I was a little uneasy about him wandering off and getting (pants-off) "friendly" with handsy girls whilst with me. The more I saw, the less I liked.*

So, I think I'm gonna call it a day, and a nice social experiment. Not that I wanted anything serious - he was a def squid (see jigging squid) - and not boyfriend material. Just someone to do fun stuff with and a regular lay. Am cool with the non-exclusive stuff so long as it's out in the open, but didn't want to chaperone him on his other "dates". At least give me the luxury of having my own port...

Today's tip: If you're in an open relationship, be prepared with condoms and a scorecard. Oh, and polygamy's only fun if you're the center of attention, natch.

*Postscript: Yeah, I dumped the bitch. And stuff kept coming out of the woodwork, like his penchant for dating girls AND their sisters (see friendcest). Two words: no threesomes. Byeeeee...