All right. Work is at a good enough stopping point that I deserve a break, so I'm taking one to tell this story.
It starts with Jasper.
Because of my insane work schedule, I had to split a date with him across two days last week—a couple hours on Wednesday, and a couple hours on Thursday. He and I were falling super hard and fast for each other. That Wednesday, we had our first "get totally naked together" night (though we didn't have intercourse that night). It was fantastic. He joined the ranks of the very few people who have made me come the first time they've interacted with my parts. (There have been only three, including him.)
But on Thursday, he suddenly started to talk about heavy shit. We had a very long conversation, but the short version is that he knows he's looking for an escalator partner eventually, and he is pretty sure he's going to end stuff between us when he either meets that person or starts getting really antsy about finding them. He said he already was a little antsy about it.
I'd figured the first part already; he was 29, doesn't identify as poly, and is uncertain about what he even wants out of a relationship right now. Most girls are mono. It makes no sense for him to limit his dating pool to people who would accept that I'm already in his life. All of that was a no-brainer for me. The hard part was to hear him say he was already craving that. That made it feel like the hammer was just fixed to fall at any moment. I'd been hoping that, since he didn't know what he wanted yet, we could have whatever relationship we could have in the meantime while he figured that out. We talked about how much it was going to SUCK when it ended.
But we both decided it was worth it to us to keep dating, knowing that it is temporary. We had sex for the first time that night. I was falling harder and harder. I made time to see him in weird little pockets like for ten minutes on my way home from work. We texted dorky shit for long stretches—D&D shit and sex shit and trading old pictures and just squeeing at each other. He'd get drunk and try to lure me over to his place late, but I couldn't go.
Saturday night, he drunk texted me this: "I like you so much it hurts. I am sorry for the day that will someday come that we hurt each other."
At this point, I knew I had to write him a letter. So I did. I wrote him a letter Sunday morning, explaining exactly how much courage it took me to keep dating him. After Moss. After Jake. After Beckett. After all of these boys who seem to genuinely like me but when the chips fall, it turns out I'm just a fun stop on their way to something mono. My little poly heart is a fun distraction until they encounter the Real Thing. But somehow, I still wanted to see where things go with him.
I was feeling really bitter and really hopeful at the same time, somehow.
Rider had a BBQ to go to on Sunday, and I was to visit Oona for a couple of hours and then get some work done. Jasper said I could come over and work at his place, so I did. I did a lot of working and also a little making out. We talked about the letter and about how he, too, felt like he was just a distraction.
At first I thought, "Oh, no, of course he's not just that!" And then I remembered that, legit, the main reason I was trying to date was to distract me from Rider dating. So, maybe, in theory, or in original intention, I am guilty as charged. But, in practice, Jasper is . . . anything but just a distraction. He's a very real person that I have very real feelings for. He's got depths that I see and want to plumb. He's not just a convenient cardboard cut-out stand-in for "person to have around while Rider is on a date." He's . . . Jasper. Sweet, beautiful, geeky, funny, lovely-smelling, talented, goofy, Jasper.
And I explained that to him. I totally saw his point. And I realized that in beginning to date him, all I'd done was take my own feelings of "oh, it's shitty to feel like I have half a relationship when my partner has more than one" and shift that exact same burden over to him! What an ass I felt like!
So I started scheming ways I could give him more—make him feel like a more valid partner, not just like a part-time hobby. The first thing I thought of was to invite him to be my official boyfriend. I could TELL he was feeling Big Things about me, just as I was about him. There was no doubt in my mind about that. So I asked. And he said yes!
But then.
The next day, he was suddenly super anxious and worried. He said he changed his mind. I told him that was fine. I didn't need a label. Honestly, that whole part of it was just whatever for me. He seemed weirded out. He got real quiet on text for a couple of days and I knew something was terribly wrong. My attempt to give him more to make him feel like less of a distraction and more of a real partner had backfired. But we still had our date scheduled on his birthday. I honestly wasn't sure if he even still wanted to see me, but he did.
Instead of cooking, like we'd originally had planned, he wanted to go out. Less than a block into our walk to the restaurant, he told me he had a hard conversation to have with me. He wanted to dial back what we'd been doing. Being in a poly relationship wasn't right for him at the moment. He'd fallen in love with me, and it was too intense. He needed to step back and take a breather. He couldn't allow himself to fall so hard for me—it didn't feel healthy for him.
He worried that where our relationship seemed headed would "cock-block" him from being able to find his Real Thing. He didn't think he wanted to attend friend-group things as "a unit" all the time. He didn't think he wanted to have to explain poly to his parents. If he had a +1 to an event, he wanted the option to bring me sometimes, but to sometimes bring other people. He loved texting me all day, but it made him feel too emotionally close to me. He couldn't handle that level of closeness knowing that it was going to have to end eventually.
He was happy continuing to see me, continuing to love me, even. But he needed to pull back some in order to protect himself. I asked him what needed to change. He waffled. He said "maybe nothing" but that he knew he didn't want to get in any deeper with me. I cried a little. He held my hand tenderly. We talked about how good it felt to be together and how we'd see if we could find a level that worked for both of us. And, if we couldn't, we'd take a break from hanging out and come back to each other as platonic friends. We went back to his place after dinner and drank wine and played video games and talked more and had completely mind-blowing sex. I stayed over. We're still doing a thing, but it is a weird thing.
The next day was the pinnacle of exhaustion for me. Not just Jasper stuff, but work stuff, health stuff, weather stuff—everything was going wrong and I was so sleep deprived that I was almost hallucinating. I was a mess. Rider knew it.
I'd been chatting online with Oona, and she'd mentioned a strip club in the reference of discussing the neighborhood where Jasper lives. I told her that's funny that she mentioned it because I'd never heard of it until Rider told me that Hannah had been there recently. I told Rider it was funny that the place was so close to Jasper's house and maybe I could finally pop his (Rider's) strip-club cherry like I've been trying to to all these years.
Rider suddenly got very weird and said he felt like Hannah should have dibs on going there with him since she mentioned it to him, but that he also felt like I have dibs on the entire idea of strip clubs. He felt pulled in two directions. I could not believe that he was going to make A Thing about this on a day I was so exhausted.
In my exhaustion, I got snappish with him, pointing out that if he's going to give Hannah dibs on everything she mentions first to him, and she's FROM THIS CITY, then that's not going to leave a lot for me to do with him. But then I told him it doesn't matter that much to me. He can go there with her. It's not important. I don't care. I'm too tired to want to go back and forth on this with him. He got upset that I was rolling over instead of negotiating. He wanted to work on a compromise. I wanted just to give it to him/her rather than compromise. I was beyond apathetic about the topic. If he was feeling pulled, and that was what he was objecting to, why was it not a solution for me to just let go? Why would he rather have me fight over it than just give in?
The camel's back started to crack.
I told him if it was super important to him, we could talk about it later, but that I truly, honestly did not give one single fuck.