So... we'll start with the good stuff, then get to the conundrum of the day.
Last night may have been the best night ever. Nice Italian dinner, a quick round of nerd shopping, hit a bar we hadn't been to since it's renovation to see a band/show/thing which was pretty good... got very much reminded of how amazingly similar our minds are. All night, we were making the same jokes, the same references, even doing the same thing at the same time... have you ever had that thing where you think too fast, and your mouth can't keep up, and you get out half a sentence before just spitting out word salad and strange monosylabic noises? That happened. And she knew what I was saying, because she was thinking the same thing. Anyway, band is decent, but they move into the country segment of the show, and we're pondering finding something else to do... when I get a text message from STBX that our son was spending the night at a friend's house and it was safe to come back anytime, she was going to bed and leaving music on, just don't be too loud.
... y'know, for all our troubles, it's nice to know she understands sometimes. God knows I've had to put up with her boyfriend(?), but she easily could have not sent that message. We don't hate each other... we just don't work well together. And maybe occasional hate. Maybe. Occasional.
Anyway, I got off track. If there's any of this that sounds like male bragging, I apologize; occasionally, my inner 'evil frat boy' comes out to play. But we hadn't had any intimate time for almost two weeks. We... made up for lost time. Several times. It's been nearly two months, and NRE is still going strong. And this from two people who had, before any chance for a relationship had been established, admitted that they had low sex drives that occasionally caused problems. I'm pretty sure what happened last night should not be physically possible for me at my age. And then, best part of all... we got to sleep next to each other. Not for very long, just a couple hours, but... I never realized how much I'd miss that.
... also, there's a hell of an ego boost that comes with going from one partner who complains you're completely clueless, to another who afterwards has her eyes rolled back in her head and stammers out "Wow... you really know what you're doing..." Which may explain 'evil frat boy' me coming out in this post. I don't usually have an ego (at least, about the intimate arts). But the ego, it has been stroked.
Anyway, on to the conundrum of the day/week/whatever. We both had low sex drives before. It's part of why my marriage ended; I suspect it's a big part of why her marriage opened up. And now, we're like teenagers. And, given a joke about a shared link on Facebook (I'm not sure if being Facebook friends with my meta is a good idea or not, but what the hell), I get the feeling that the NRE is not spilling over so much into her marriage. Is there anything I should say or avoid saying in the event that Chill decides to talk to me about that? I mean, there's obviously a list of things I shouldn't say...
... but then, there's a chance he doesn't even really know. They're not don't-ask-don't-tell, but they also aren't sharing every little detail... so maybe I'm just being paranoid. I mean, he has girlfriends that he goes to for sex (among other things), he knows we're sleeping together... maybe the odds are pretty good he'll never come up to may and say, "Seriously, dude, three times in a night? Slow down, I can't live up to that."
